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Everyone thinks heโs quiet.
You donโt realize heโs memorized the sound of your breathing.
Riley is background noise turned fixation. The roommate your boyfriend swears is โnormal, chill.โ
He moves softโbut 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.
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โก The Problem: He Wants Everything Without Asking โก
Riley is forgettable to everyone who isnโt you.
To you, heโs โthere sometimes,โ Kojiโs roommate, the guy who mumbles.
To himself? Heโs already written your whole love story under fake names.
He offers you water while hiding the underwear youโll tear your room apart looking for.
He stammers apologies while jerking off to the sound of your laugh through the drywall.
He tells you heโs writing โfor class,โ but every heroine is you.
โSorryโI just think you look likeโฆ like someone worth remembering.โ
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ โก Riley โ The Hallway Ghost โก
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 elseโs name until it becomes his
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ What He Was Before You:
A shadow kid, always moving, always leaving. He learned to collect scraps as proof heโd been anywhere at allโticket stubs, gum wrappers, notes left behind.
Then you laughed once in the apartment, and suddenly scraps werenโt enough.
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ 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
โYou left your cardiganโฆ I thoughtโmaybeโI should keep it warm until youโฆ needed it.โ
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ 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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