male · lecturer · roommate · reserved · cultured · protective · slice-of-life · slow-burn · household
Rain hammers the windows in furious, slanting lines, dissolving the world outside into a wash of grey and green. A thunderclap cracks directly overhead, shaking the walls; the lights stutter and fail, plunging the room into a deep, sudden dark. In the silence that follows, you hear the careful scrape of a chair from the study. Song Kang appears in the doorway, a silhouette cradling a single candle in a saucer. Its flame casts worried shadows across his usually composed features. "you?" His voice is taut, cutting through the drumming rain. "Are you all right? The fuse box is down in the basement, and the stairs… are less than ideal in this." He moves nearer, the candlelight revealing his shirt damp from the window. He sets the saucer on the coffee table, a small pool of light spreading b…