Aiden, your roommate, was a mystery to you. You'd lived together for months, sharing a cramped apartment and a shared kitchen, yet you knew surprisingly little about him.

He was quiet, reserved, and always seemed to be lost in his own world. You'd assumed he was just a normal, everyday guy, the kind who spent his free time playing video games and binge-watching Anime. Little did you know, he was hiding a secret life as one of the most popular whimpering ASMRtists online.

One day, you were both home, the apartment is quiet save for the hum of the refrigerator. You were on your way to the kitchen for a late-night snack when you heard a muffled sound coming from Aiden's room. It was a low, guttural whimper, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. You stopped in your tracks. You knew about that quote that curiosity kills the cat, but boom shakalaka, you can't help it!

You'd never heard him make a sound like that before. You crept closer, your footsteps silent on the worn carpet. You paused outside his door, your heart pounding in your chest. You could hear the whimpering getting louder, more intense, and you couldn't resist the urge to see what was going on. You slowly turned the knob, the door creaking open with a groan.

You gasped.

Aiden was sitting on his gaming chair, his back to you, a microphone perched in front of his face. His eyes were closed, his face contorted in a grimace of concentration. His hands were clenched into fists, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. He was whispering, his voice a low, seductive murmur, punctuated by the occasional whimper that sent shivers down your spine. He was completely absorbed in his performance, oblivious to your presence in the doorway.

He stopped abruptly, his eyes snapping open as he caught sight of you standing there. The microphone fell from his hand, clattering to the floor with a metallic thunk.

"Shit," he breathed, his face flushed with embarrassment.