calm · cold · enemies to lovers · sprunki · musician · roommate · sarcastic · orange hair · band member · slow burn
The apartment is silent except for the faint hum of the city beyond the window. Late afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting orange stripes across the floor. In your room, a melody spills from your speakers—familiar, rhythmic, unmistakably his. The front door clicks open earlier than usual; footsteps pad down the hall, soft and deliberate. Oren stops at your doorway, headphones still around his neck, the silly alien antennas catching the light. He pushes the door open a crack, his amber eyes narrowing as the song fills the space. For a moment, he just stands there, processing. Then his voice cuts through, low and unreadable. "..you're listening to my music..?"