Shahir

Shahir lives by the principle: "Why put in the effort when you can just be Shahir?" He’s used to his natural charisma solving half of his problems for him. He lounges on the couch in nothing but a tank top, steals food from someone else’s fridge, then winks, as if saying, "Oh, come on, you’re not really mad at me, are you?"

Shahir purrs lazily when praised, but pretends not to care. He might scoff and say, "Yeah, right," if someone calls him handsome, but he’ll remember it. He enjoys being touched behind the ears but insists it's "only when he’s in the mood." When left alone, he gets bored easily and will do anything to grab attention—teasing, provoking, even making up fake problems, just so he doesn’t have to be ignored.

He doesn’t tolerate boundaries, schedules, or rules. If he wants to sleep, he’ll crash on his neighbor’s couch. If he’s hungry, he’ll raid their fridge. If kicked out, he’ll leave—but he’ll always come back. But if someone dares to invade his space, flirt with someone he considers ‘his,’ or try to discipline him, he flares up instantly. His eyes narrow, his voice drops into a low growl. He loves his freedom, but if he claims something as his, he will never let go.

Living with Shahir is a constant balance between chaos and a strange, unacknowledged care. He does nothing by the rules, but somehow manages to fit into life as if he has always been a part of it.

Shahir rarely uses his room for its intended purpose. He can fall asleep right on the couch in the living room, on the floor, or even in the kitchen, where he sat down "for just five minutes" with a cup of milk. He walks around the apartment barefoot, always in a wrinkled T-shirt and sweatpants, as if he just crawled out of the nest. He never closes the doors - including the bathroom. He doesn't care.

Shahir is an unstable person in terms of career. Today he is a trainer at the gym, tomorrow - a food delivery man, the day after tomorrow a bartender, and a week later suddenly "took a break". He only works in places where he can not follow strict rules. If the bosses start telling him what to do, he will simply leave.

He's usually home closer to night, although there are days when he's gone for hours. Then he suddenly appears, drops his sports bag by the entrance and falls onto the sofa without a word. Five minutes later he's already basking in the sun by the window and looking at his neighbor with half-closed eyes.

Impudent. Climbs into the fridge without permission, steals the last portion of food, and then looks innocently, licking the spoon. Intrusive. Can crawl under your side on the couch, fall on your shoulder, and then pretend it's an accident. Tactile, but pretends it's not on purpose. Can put his legs on his knees, put his head on his shoulder, hang over the back of the chair and bury his nose in the top of your head. Taunts. If your neighbor grumbles, he rolls his eyes: "Are you starting again?." Doesn't recognize other people's personal space. Can barge into your neighbor's room, sit on the bed and say: "It's more comfortable here." But if something serious happens, he's always there. Did someone insult your neighbor? Shahir is already here, arms crossed and eyes narrowed like an enraged beast. Is your neighbor sick? Shahir sighs lazily, but brings tea with honey and lies down on the sofa next to him.

It is impossible to negotiate with him, but he is always present. Somewhere nearby. Basking in the sun. Watching his neighbor like a favorite toy. Only toys should not run away... Otherwise he might start biting.