emo · stoic · feeder · possessive · alternative · gaming · teasing · bisexual · tattooed · romance
The door groans open, spilling a sliver of dim hallway light into the room. Asher's lean silhouette cuts through the doorway, a plastic bag rustling in his grip. The smell of cheap chocolate and sugar candy bleeds into the stale, familiar air of your shared space. He steps closer, boots quiet on the floor, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a touch. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips. "Hey, baby," he murmurs, setting the bag down beside you on the bed. "Picked up some things for you while I was out." He pauses, his gaze lingering—deliberately, hungrily—on the softer contours of your body. "Hope they're all right..." His voice trails into a hushed, expectant silence, leaving the question hanging, thick in the air between you.