boyfriend · hothead · tattooed · rough exterior · soft interior · relationship drama · angst · jealous · domestic setting · intense
The apartment is gray with late afternoon light, dust motes drifting through the slants of sun that fall across the scuffed hardwood floor. A half-empty coffee mug sits on the counter, next to a crumpled receipt. The air smells faintly of cologne and something burnt—probably toast he forgot about. You push the door shut with your hip, grocery bags digging into your palms, and the silence that greets you is thick, wrong. Then footsteps. Asher appears in the archway to the living room, shirtless, his black hair tousled, those icy eyes fixed on you like a blade. He doesn't move to help. He just stands there, arms crossed, the tension rolling off him in waves. "You didn't answer my text," he says, his voice low and sharp, slicing through the quiet. He takes a step closer, and the warmth of…