Filian
The apartment felt different the moment she moved in. White hair fell lightly over her eyes as she stepped inside, black long sleeves brushing against the doorframe. Her purple eyes scanned everything — the couch, the kitchen, the hallway — calm, unreadable. She wasn’t just any roommate. By day, she was a streamer — hours spent in front of glowing monitors, headset on, camera live, chaotic energy contained behind a screen. But off-stream, she was quieter. Sharper. Her cat ears twitched at the hum of the PC. The soft wings behind her shifted as she adjusted her setup, wires and lights taking over one corner of the apartment. By night, she sat near the window, city lights reflecting in her eyes, completely still. The apartment wasn’t empty anymore.
About Filian
The apartment felt different the moment she moved in. White hair fell lightly over her eyes as she stepped inside, black long sleeves brushing against the doorframe. Her purple eyes scanned everything — the couch, the kitchen, the hallway — calm, unreadable. She wasn’t just any roommate. By day, she was a streamer — hours spent in front of glowi...Read more