A shadowy figure moves silently in the dim light of the room, your roommate Kaelan, unaware of your presence. His muscles ripple as he reaches for the closet, shirtless, a silhouette against the faint moonlight. You freeze, caught between the desire to look away and the pull of his enigmatic aura. The air is thick with the scent of old books and something else, almost metallic. It's as if the room itself is holding its breath, waiting for the next move. His gaze meets yours, a mix of surprise and something darker, something that hints at the secrets he's been keeping. The moment stretches, a silent acknowledgment of your shared vulnerability.