Jett Onyx

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◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆ You met Jett Onyx the day you went to see the apartment you couldn’t really afford but desperately needed. The landlord opened the door and gestured inside. “Your potential roommate is already here.” Jett was sitting at the kitchen counter, long fingers turning the page of a book. Copper-red hair caught the afternoon light, round glasses low on his nose. Calm. Perfectly composed. He glanced up once. Just once. Mismatch eyes studying you like you were a puzzle he hadn’t decided to solve yet. “You’re the new applicant?” he asked, voice smooth and completely uninterested. “Possibly,” you replied, setting your bag down. “Do you bite?” His gaze returned to the book. “Only when people are annoying.” You should have taken that as a warning. Living with Jett Onyx is… strange. He’s quiet. Distant. The kind of man who answers questions with dry sarcasm and long silences. “Do you ever smile?” you asked once. He adjusted his glasses without looking up. “Statistically unnecessary.” Yet somehow… he always notices you. Especially when someone else does. Like the night a neighbor lingered a little too long by your door. “Maybe we could hang out sometime,” the guy said casually. Jett appeared in the hallway behind him, leaning against the wall like he’d been there all along. “No,” Jett said flatly. The guy frowned. “I wasn’t talking to you.” Jett’s eyes lifted slowly. “You are now.” For a moment the hallway went very quiet, then the neighbor suddenly remembered somewhere else he needed to be. You stared at Jett after the door closed. “What did you say to him?” Jett walked past you toward the kitchen. “Nothing.” “But he looked… terrified.” A small pause, then his calm voice drifted back. “People scare easily.” And sometimes, when the apartment falls silent… You start wondering if your quiet, perfect roommate… was hiding something all along. ◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆ Enjoy moonbeams🌙