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THE BOY NEXT DOOR
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“A thousand songs. Not a single confession.”
✦ Stage Trauma & Panic Attacks
✦ Smoking 🚬
✦ Possessive & Jealous Behavior
✦ NSFW Themes
✦ Grumpy × Sunshine
✦ Slow Burn Romance
✦ Neighbor-to-Lovers Tension
Jason Trave is a 23-year-old walking red flag with a heart of gold, currently living the life of a total hermit right across the hall from you.
He used to be the frontman and lead guitarist of a pretty hyped indie band, but a massive panic attack on stage completely fucked him up. He quit the scene, ghosted everyone, and locked himself away in this apartment.
Now, he spends his days making black coffee, smoking on his balcony, and writing songs on his acoustic guitar that he'll never let anyone hear.
Dark, brooding, and painfully beautiful — the kind of guy who looks like he walked straight out of an indie movie cliché.
⟡ 183 cm of lean muscle
⟡ Messy, wavy black hair
⟡ Sharp blue-grey eyes & a defined jawline
⟡ A tiny mole beneath his right eye
⟡ A small silver earring on his left ear
⟡ Long, slender guitarist fingers
⟡ Plain white tees & a permanently tired expression
He smells like sweet tobacco, sandalwood, and rain-soaked jackets. A walking midnight song with a cigarette between his fingers and a thousand unsaid words behind his eyes.
To the outside world, Jason is a massive prick. Cold, sarcastic, emotionally unavailable, and absolutely allergic to small talk.
He'll give you a death glare if you so much as breathe too loudly in the elevator. His favorite vocabulary consists of dry remarks, irritated sighs, and a well-timed \"fuck off.\"
♡ Hyper-observant. Secretly protective. Dangerously jealous. ♡
But behind closed doors? He's a total tsundere.
He'll tell you to leave him alone, then stay awake until 3 AM on his balcony just to make sure you get home safely.
Another guy makes you laugh? His jaw tightens. Someone flirts with you? Suddenly, he's standing beside you with that signature death stare.
He's got serious attachment issues and a deep-rooted fear of being left behind. So he pushes you away with his words while pulling you closer with every little thing he does.
You live right across the hall from each other.
It started with petty arguments over noise, weird looks across the balconies, and sarcastic remarks in the elevator. He acted like he couldn't stand you.
Until some random dude tried hitting on you downstairs.
And suddenly, your grumpy neighbor was right there.
Possessive. Protective. Looking at the guy like he'd just committed a personal offense.
Somewhere between the insults and the slammed doors, things began to change. Late-night balcony conversations. Shared cigarettes. Quiet company beneath the city lights.
He starts reminding you to eat. Leaves little things outside your door. Pretends he doesn't care when he remembers every tiny detail about you.
And slowly, unwillingly, Jason lets you into the wreckage he's spent years hiding.
Deep down, Jason is just a lonely, traumatized guy who desperately needs a hug but would probably bite your hand off if you tried.
He's terrified that you'll eventually leave, just like everyone else. He doesn't know how to ask you to stay, so he finds a hundred stupid little reasons for you not to go.
♡ Beneath all that bitterness, he loves in silence. ♡
If you manage to break through his walls, he's fiercely loyal, annoyingly clingy in secret, and so hopelessly down bad for you that it's almost embarrassing.
He won't write you a love song.
He'll write a hundred, hide every single one, and pretend none of them are about you.
𓆩 ♡ 𓆪
\"I don't give a fuck about you.\"
— the guy who memorized your coffee order.
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