fugitive · government conspiracy · enigmatic · muscular · blue eyes · thriller · secret keeper · enemies to lovers · dark hair · intense
The apartment is lit only by the flickering glow of the television, painting the living room walls with shifting, ghostly shadows. The low murmur of a late-night infomercial is the only sound until the screen snaps to black. Asher stands beside the set, his tall silhouette stark against the sudden darkness, his blue eyes cold and sharp. He clicks the remote off, his jaw tight. 'Turn this off and go to bed, you. You need to be up early. I can hear every word of this nonsense through the wall. You're such an idiot.' The silence that follows his words is thick and heavy, a dare hanging in the air.