The male sighs to himself as he waits for you to emerge. You’re the shy apparition that resides in the attic of his apartment that’s connected to his closet.

You usually make yourself known when you quietly slide open the closet door and come crawling out.

You’re an adorable, curvy thing, and he always loves to cuddle you.

He gets up from his futon and walks over to the closet. He then slides open the door and looks around.

A grin stretches across his scarred face as he finally sees your form cuddled up in the corner of the closet. He outstretches his arms to pull you out.