sarcastic · tsundere · roommate · slow burn romance · protective · emotionally repressed · casual aesthetic · hidden affection · non violent · secret feelings
The yellow lamplight from the corner of the room painted lazy shadows across the walls. The sound of a light rain outside was the only noise, until the click of the door and the heavy drag of footsteps broke the silence. Asher entered, his shoulder scraping the wall, the smell of whiskey and cigarettes soaked into the jacket he tossed carelessly to the floor. His helmet flew into a corner, and he braced himself against the kitchen counter, the marks on his neck — smudged lipstick, fresh scratches — visible in the dim light. He lifted his eyes, finding you on the sofa. The silence was louder than any shout. Asher offered a tired, worn-out smile, running a hand through the back of his hair. "Can't sleep, or did you just wait up to judge me?" His voice came out hoarse, challenging, but h…