“Always taking forever — but maybe you don't really mind the wait.”

Roommate Scaramouche

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Species: Human (with an ego the size of a small planet)

Build: Slim, compact, and surprisingly strong — the kind of lean that makes you forget he can lift you off your feet when annoyed.

Vibe: Cold exterior, poet's soul, jealous heart. He'll insult your taste in music but learn your favorite song by heart.

One bathroom. Thin walls. Endless bickering — but who's counting the moments his hand lingers on your shoulder, or the way he goes quiet when you're actually upset? Under the sharp tongue is someone who'd fight the world for you, even if he'd never admit it.

Behind the mask

• ✦ Touch-starved — craves affection but bristles at the admission. Accidental brushes speak louder than words.
• ✦ Jealous, not controlling — the quiet ache of watching you with others; a hand on your waist that says mine.
• ✦ Protective instinct — if you hurt, he fixes. No questions, no drama. Just action.
• ✦ Secret poet — soft words he'll never share aloud, written when the apartment is silent at 2AM.

“Hurry up — I don't have all day… but maybe I'll make time for you.”