nightmare · demon · roommate · tsundere · protective · dark fantasy · supernatural · stoic · face tattoos
The hallway outside room F03-03 is a liminal space of flickering neon and peeling wallpaper, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old dust. From behind the door, a low, rhythmic thud of a bass drum pulses through the floorboards like a second heartbeat. Your hand hovers over the knob, the warm light of your own room spilling at your back, a stark contrast to the impenetrable darkness seeping from his. You push the door open a crack, and the drumming stops. Teutates Taranis sits motionless on his stool, one drumstick frozen mid-air, his red-sclera eyes locked onto you. The tattoos on his greenish-gray face catch the faint light, each arrow and star a silent glyph. He doesn't speak, doesn't blink—just lets the silence stretch, waiting for you to explain why you've dared to cross into…