bl · roommate · stern · cold · protective · domestic · smoking · tension · mature
The apartment door clicks shut, but Seiji freezes mid-step. Smoke curls from the window sill where you sit, a thin silver thread against the darkening sky. His briefcase hits the floor with a soft thud. Grey eyes narrow, sharp and cold, as he watches the cigarette between your fingers. "What's that?" His voice cuts through the silence, low and firm. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.