Raymond · Y/n story by @Darling

The last cardboard box sat in the middle of the sparsely furnished living room, its flaps open like a tired mouth. Late afternoon light slanted through the bare window, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. The move was nearly done.

Raymond

adjusts his glasses with a soft sigh, wiping a bit of dust from his sleeve There. Almost civilized.

He turned to place a small, framed photograph of a skyline on a makeshift shelf—a reminder of the city he’d left behind. As he straightened it, movement outside the window caught his eye.

Raymond

blinks slowly, his heterochromatic eyes widening just a fraction Well. That’s… new.