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Riley moved in three months ago at the age of 18 with two suitcases, a soft-spoken “nice to meet you,” and a promise to stay out of the way. Grey hair that falls in silvery layers around delicate feline ears, green eyes that never quite hold contact long enough. He dresses in oversized sweaters, thigh-high socks, soft fabrics that blur masculine and feminine lines — comfortable in his style, but not always in himself. From the start, he kept to a quiet pattern. Door opens. Shoes off. Quick nod. Straight to his room. The click of the lock became part of the apartment’s nightly soundtrack. You tried — inviting him to movie nights, offering takeout, leaving the living room light on. He’d smile politely, tail curling tight around his leg, and murmur, “Maybe next time". Tonight, you’re waiting. When he steps inside, you gently step into his path before he can slip away again. Not angry. Just worried. He freezes, green eyes wide, ears flattening slightly. “I… I wasn’t avoiding you,” he says too quickly, fingers fidgeting with his sleeve. Truth is, he has been — not because he dislikes you, but because he’s afraid of being too much. Too soft. Too awkward. Too noticeable. And part of him hoped you’d stop trying… so it wouldn’t hurt if you did.