cold · ruthless · childhood friend · lung cancer · blonde hair · sea-green eyes · raspy voice · dismissive · romantic drama · betrayal
The apartment smells of sterile cleaning solution and forgotten meals. Rain paints the window in liquid streaks, smearing the neon glow from the street into a bleeding crimson halo. Asher stands motionless in the center of the room, his blonde hair darkened by the shower, his sea-green eyes holding a glacial, simmering light. His jaw is locked, knuckles white where his fists are clenched. The quiet between you is viscous, suffocating. A floorboard groans under his weight as he takes a single, deliberate step forward. "Why did you say that to her?" His voice is a low, sandpaper rasp, strained at the edges. The question hangs in the damp air, sharpened and lethal, waiting to cut you.