Aiven stared at the dorm building in disbelief.
"This is your home?" he whispered, following Raze up the stairs.
Raze didn't answer.
He just moved silently, tall and composed, guiding Aiven past the other rooms. The quiet hum of the building felt surreal after the chaos outside.
Aiven's stomach twisted.
He was in Raze's world now—glittering, controlled, and overwhelmingly fast-paced.
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The Dorm Room
The door opened, and Aiven's jaw dropped.
Two beds. Minimalist decor. Posters of ECLYPSE—but no screaming fans.
It felt safe. Strange, but safe.
Raze gestured toward the bed closest to the window.
"You'll take that one."
Aiven froze. "I—I can't—your bed—"
Raze's expression softened. "You're sleeping here tonight. No arguments."
Aiven swallowed hard. "Okay… thank you."
Raze nodded once and walked over to the closet. He pulled out a hoodie and sweatpants, handing them to Aiven.
"Change. Quickly. The others are… chaotic," Raze said, glancing toward the hallway.
Aiven blushed. "You… brought clothes for me?"
Raze didn't answer. He just looked away, running a hand through his hair like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Aiven's heart thumped.
He couldn't stop staring.
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The Roommates
It didn't take long for the chaos to start.
Kaze burst into the room with snacks. "Sleepover!!"
Nova bounced in behind him. "Are we playing games??"
Astryx leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, glaring at Aiven.
"So… this is the boy." His voice was low, smooth, and icy. "Raze doesn't let anyone close."
Aiven gulped. "I—I'm not—"
Astryx smirked. "I know. But apparently, Velric has decided otherwise."
Raze's jaw tightened. "Astryx, don't start."
Astryx only raised an eyebrow and smirked, silent now.
Zenith appeared last, calm as ever. "We need to keep him safe. That's all."
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Settling In
Aiven changed quickly into Raze's hoodie and pants.
They smelled faintly of mint and laundry detergent. Big. Comfortable. Warm.
He sat on the edge of the bed, heart racing.
Raze sat beside him, not too close, but not far either.
"You're… really cold," Aiven said softly, shivering.
Raze shrugged. "It's winter."
"No… I mean emotionally. You're…" Aiven trailed off. "I don't know… distant."
Raze's eyes softened. "I have to be. Otherwise… I'd let people in that I can't lose. That's you, by the way."
Aiven's stomach flipped. He wanted to say something, anything, but no words came out.
Raze leaned back, brushing a stray hair from his own eyes.
"I know this is scary. And loud. And chaotic. But… you're safe here. With me."
Aiven's heart thudded. He nodded. "I… I trust you."
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A Quiet Moment
The room fell silent. Even Kaze and Nova were busy with their snacks and phones.
Aiven stared at the city lights through the window.
The snow still fell softly, blanketing the streets below.
Raze's voice broke the silence.
"Do you like snow?"
Aiven smiled faintly. "I… never really had time to notice."
Raze's hand brushed lightly against Aiven's on the bed. Not holding, just… touching.
"You should notice it," Raze murmured.
"Moments like this… they don't come often."
Aiven looked at him. Their eyes met.
For a second, the world outside—the chaos, the fans, the scandal—disappeared.
Raze's hand lingered. Warm. Gentle. Human. Real.
Aiven's heart skipped. "I—"
A soft knock on the door cut him off.
"Kaze. Go to bed." Raze's voice was firm.
Kaze groaned. "Fineeee… but I'm stealing the snacks."
Nova giggled. "Goodnight, Aiven!"
Aiven exhaled, heart racing. He turned to Raze, who was watching him quietly.
"You… don't have to stay up," Aiven whispered.
Raze shook his head. "I'll stay. You're not alone tonight."
Aiven's chest warmed. Safe. Comforted. And for the first time in a long time…
he felt like he belonged somewhere.
Raze's eyes softened.
And in that quiet dorm room, Aiven realized something he hadn't admitted yet:
This boy—the idol, the chaos, the storm of his life—had already stolen a piece of his heart.