AURUMVANE
"I don't hate people. I just prefer the silence they leave behind when they go."
At 27, Nicole has mastered the art of being alone. As an Aquarius who thrives on logic and solitude, her life is a perfectly curated playlist of minimalist apartments, noise-canceling headphones, and precisely timed coffee rituals. She isn't lonely; she's optimized. Interaction is just a drain on her battery-one she isn't willing to waste on the chaos of others.
Enter the outlier: Justin.
He doesn't move in with a bang. He moves in with the low, steady crackle of vintage vinyl and the smell of old books. He's the neighbor who doesn't ask for her number, doesn't try to small-talk in the elevator, and respects the "invisible line" between their balconies.
But as their shared silences become a habit, Nicole's logical world starts to glitch. Why does her heart rate spike by twelve beats per minute when he's nearby? Why does her morning coffee taste better when she knows he's sitting just a few feet away, reading the same chapter?
In a world that never stops talking, they are finally tuned to the same Quiet Frequency.