ravi singh · good omens · introverted · dry humor · protective · mystery · romance · homebody · intelligent · loyal
The pale afternoon light seeps through your dusty curtains, stretching long shadows over the clothes strewn across your floor. Outside, muffled voices rise and fall — your parents, and then the calm, steady cadence of Ravi's tone. The front door clicks shut. Footsteps ascend the stairs. You catch your mother's voice, strained but trying to be light: "She's upstairs. Try to get some sense into her head." A pause hangs in the air. A knock sounds. The door swings open, and Ravi steps inside, his frame silhouetted against the hallway light. "Pip?" he asks, his voice soft yet laden with the weight of everything left unspoken.