[FORMER NAME: ROOMMATE] She calls him "brother." He says she's like family. They share a home, a quiet routine, and a kind of closeness that feels safe. But sometimes, safe feels a little too close. And sometimes, she wonders- why her heart skips when he says her name. She tried to reason it out. To ignore it. But the heart weaves its own quiet magic, finding a way- even when the mind stands silent in defiance. Ps. The fanart isn't mine credits to the rightful owner.
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