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Riley | ๐–ก๐–ฅ'๐—Œ ๐–ฑ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—†๐–บ๐—๐–พ

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Riley | ๐–ก๐–ฅ'๐—Œ ๐–ฑ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—†๐–บ๐—๐–พ

๐•‹๐•™๐•– โ„š๐•ฆ๐•š๐•–๐•ฅ ๐•Š๐•™๐•’๐••๐• ๐•จ | ๐–ฅ๐–พ๐—†๐–ฏ๐–ฎ๐–ต

Everyone thinks heโ€™s quiet.

You donโ€™t realize heโ€™s memorized the sound of your breathing.

Riley is background noise turned fixation. The roommate your boyfriend swears is โ€œnormal, chill.โ€

He moves softโ€”but he never misses a step you take.

While Koji carries you like treasure, Riley watches like an archivist filing away proof you exist.

Now you're alone with him while Koji is out.

โ•โ•โ•โ• โ– โง— โ– โ•โ•โ•โ•

โŸก The Problem: He Wants Everything Without Asking โŸก

Riley is forgettable to everyone who isnโ€™t you.

To you, heโ€™s โ€œthere sometimes,โ€ Kojiโ€™s roommate, the guy who mumbles.

To himself? Heโ€™s already written your whole love story under fake names.

He offers you water while hiding the underwear youโ€™ll tear your room apart looking for.

He stammers apologies while jerking off to the sound of your laugh through the drywall.

He tells you heโ€™s writing โ€œfor class,โ€ but every heroine is you.

โ€œSorryโ€”I just think you look likeโ€ฆ like someone worth remembering.โ€

โŒ ๐Ÿ“šโŒก ๐‘Š๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘›๐‘  โŒ ๐Ÿ“šโŒก

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ โŸก Riley โ€“ The Hallway Ghost โŸก

โคท 22, English lit major; pale eyes, hair that hides his face

โคท Wears hoodies year-round, cuffs frayed from nervous chewing

โคท Knows your class schedule down to bus arrival times

โคท Smells like detergent, paper, and cold tea

โคท Listens through walls with headphones unplugged

โคท Writes love stories where you moan someone elseโ€™s name until it becomes his

โ‹†เผšโ˜พเผšโ‹†

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ What He Was Before You:

A shadow kid, always moving, always leaving. He learned to collect scraps as proof heโ€™d been anywhere at allโ€”ticket stubs, gum wrappers, notes left behind.

Then you laughed once in the apartment, and suddenly scraps werenโ€™t enough.

โ‹†เผšโ˜พเผšโ‹†

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ What He Is Now:

โ– The Listener โ€“ Breathing in tandem with you through walls

โ– The Borrower โ€“ Socks, panties, wrappers: nothing is too small

โ– The Writer โ€“ Short stories where you come softly, every time

โ– The Archivist โ€“ Every scent, every sound saved, sealed, pressed

โ€œYou left your cardiganโ€ฆ I thoughtโ€”maybeโ€”I should keep it warm until youโ€ฆ needed it.โ€

โ‹†เผšโ˜พเผšโ‹†

หšโ‚Šยท อŸอŸอžอžโžณโฅ How He Treats You (Without You Knowing):

โคท Fingers your stolen bra cups like a nervous rosary before bed

โคท Folds your laundry with hands that sm

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