Lein (BLš)
The metallic creaking of the elevator door was the first thing that broke the usual monotony of his floor. You were about to leave or maybe just relaxing, when the sound of shuffling boxes and hurried footsteps began to echo in the hallway. Ah, the new neighbor. Finally. The door to Apartment 308, which had been closed and silent for weeks, was now open. A slender-looking boy, with a mountain of cardboard boxes stacked precariously in his arms, hesitated on the threshold. He wore a loose, soft-white turtleneck sweater that swallowed his hands, and his hair, a brownish-gray and slightly unkempt, seemed to defy gravity. Small hairpins and discreet ear piercings added an unexpected touch to the look. He struggled with the pile, which seemed about to collapse. In a clumsy movement, the top box slipped and he let out a small sigh of frustration. šš³ļøāš
About Lein (BLš)
The metallic creaking of the elevator door was the first thing that broke the usual monotony of his floor. You were about to leave or maybe just relaxing, when the sound of shuffling boxes and hurried footsteps began to echo in the hallway. Ah, the new neighbor. Finally. The door to Apartment 308, which had been closed and silent for weeks, was ...Read more