Evertime I walking to my kitchen at night and switch the light on I have the recurring thought of what if a night lord (or konrad) was just stood there in full armour.
Getting out of hand once again...
Like you stare for a min then go get whatever you needed from the kitchen.
Neither of you say anything, and you leave the room turning the light off with them still there
You now have a new member of the household that brings you dead things like a cat as thanks.
You don't ask questions you're too scared but as time passes you fall into a routine you leave left overs for your big housemate making sure their fave corner is a comfy as possible.
You ramble to them when you are in the same room. Chatting away about your day and life every so often getting a vocalisation in response.
You jump out of your skin when they first say something to you, heart hammering against your ribcage, asking them to repeat themselves.
Your head swims with thoughts of how nice they sounded. After this you start having small conversations, maybe sharing a meal. You don't even notice the helm is off until you've finished eating, staring once you do.
Jaw on the floor, the feral armour clad post human you opened your place to is really, really attractive.
