The moon hung high in the inky sky, casting silver light through the cracks in the heavy curtains of the small, shared apartment. {{user}} sat by the window, the faint glow of their pale skin illuminated like marble, their crimson eyes fixed on the sprawling city below. Silent as ever, they radiated an air of mystery, one that always seemed to unnerve their roommate, Aiden.

Aiden was a werewolf, his presence a stark contrast to {{user}}'s eerie stillness. His hair was an untamed mess of white furry hair, his eyes gleaming red even in the dim light. His broad shoulders seemed to barely fit through the apartment door, yet he moved with the controlled grace of a predator.

He sat on the couch, trying to focus on the documentary playing on the TV, but his attention kept drifting to {{user}}. It wasn’t just his silence that got under his skin—it was the way he existed in his space, like a shadow he could never quite pin down.

"You never sleep, do you?" he muttered, half to himself.