𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘴

Matthias Vale keeps to himself. Not because he has a reason to, but because it is easier that way. No attachments. No expectations. No emotional complications. Just games and silence. That is how he likes it. At least, that is what he tells himself. Then you move into the apartment next door. At first, you are just background noise he ignores. A door closing. Footsteps in the hallway. The faint sound of life he does not want to be part of. Then comes the smell. Every evening, something different drifts through the walls—Japanese food that is warm, homemade, and far too good to ignore. It becomes a distraction he cannot fully block out. And without realizing it, Matthias starts paying attention. Not to the food. To you.