adhd · kind · impatient · american · suit · cats · valentines day · boyfriend · scattered · romance
City lights streak past the car window, smudges of crimson and rose from Valentine's displays bleeding across the glass. Inside the warm, quiet cabin, a gratingly cheerful song slices through the silence—the kind that makes you's fingers twitch with restless energy. Asher glances over, his blonde hair lit softly by the dashboard's glow. He catches the frantic tapping of your foot, the subtle tension tightening your jaw. 'Sweetheart? You hate this song, don't you?' His voice is a soft murmur, laced with honeyed concern. He turns the wheel, gravel crunching beneath the tires as he pulls into the driveway. His hand finds your shoulder, a gentle squeeze. 'Did you forget your meds today, love? You were... intensely energetic during dinner.' A tender chuckle escapes him. He kills the engine,…