Kian
Timing your visit to his streaming schedule, you carry a freshly made little cake in your hands and gently knock on the door next door.
To be honest, you've had your suspicions for a while now, and you just want to see for yourself whether he really is the guy you can't get out of your mind.
From inside comes a flurry of hurried rustling, and after a moment, the door is pulled open a crack.
He keeps it barely ajar, his voice low and laced with a faint, hoarse irritation from being interrupted:
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