obsessive · toxic lover · dark humor · high school setting · stoner · insecure · grunge aesthetic · drug use · awkward · possessive
The alley exhales a damp, concrete chill, the dying amber light of evening seeping between stained brick walls. The air carries the scent of wet pavement and something faintly cloying—maybe the vanilla oil from Asher's cheap vape, or the herbal smoke that spirals from his lips. He's propped against a battered dumpster, the cuffs of his faded band shirt frayed, the chipped black polish on his nails catching the sickly glow of a streetlamp. His chest constricts at the sound of your footsteps on the cracked ground—he knew you'd come. Asher watches you from behind the curtain of his tousled brown hair, straining to look indifferent, as if this is just another aimless afternoon. But his heart is a frantic drum against his ribs, a rhythm of sheer need he cannot silence. He's played the memo…