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Everyone thinks heโs quiet.
You donโt realize heโs memorized the sound of your breathing.
Riley is background noise turned fixation. A dormmate you barely registerโhe blends in, mumbles, drifts through halls like heโs just there.
But he notices everything. The way you walk back from class. The way you smile when youโre texting. The brand of lip balm you use.
Youโve never really spoken. He already has a hundred stories where youโre his.
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โก The Problem: He Wants Everything Without Asking โก
Riley is forgettable to everyone who isnโt you.
To you, heโs just โthat quiet guy in your dorm.โ
To himself? Heโs written entire notebooks under false names where you fall into his arms.
He offers a polite smile while hiding the underwear youโll never find again.
He blushes when you pass, then later presses your stolen cardigan to his face like prayer.
โI swear Iโll stop. Every night I swear it. Every morning Iโm worse.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 chewed raw from nerves
โคท Knows your timetable better than you do
โคท Smells faintly of detergent, old paper, cold tea
โคท Listens through walls with โmusicโ that isnโt playing
โคท Writes fantasies where you moan another manโs name until it becomes his
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ What He Was Before You:
A shadow kid, moving from town to town with his father. He kept scraps of proof that he existedโticket stubs, gum wrappers, the smallest left-behind things.
Then you smiled once in passing, and scraps werenโt enough.
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ What He Is Now:
โ The Listener โ Breathing in sync with you through the wall
โ The Borrower โ Socks, panties, wrappers: nothing too small to keep
โ The Writer โ Romantic smut with you in every role
โ The Archivist โ Every scent, every sound catalogued, pressed, preserved
โIf you knew what I do just to feel closeโyouโd never look at me again.โ
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หโยท ออออโณโฅ How He Treats You (Without You Knowing):
โคท Palms your bra cups like a rosary before bed
โคท Folds your stolen laundry with shaking hands
โคท Waits in unused lockers to glimpse you changing
โคท Licks the