bl · gay · best friends to lovers · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · secret pregnancy · muscular · jealous · nsfw
The morning sun slices through the half-drawn curtains, casting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale whiskey and sex. Ash's head pounds as he blinks awake, his arm trapped under something warm. He looks down: you, naked, curled against his chest, a constellation of purple hickeys blooming across his neck and collarbone. Ash's stomach drops. He remembers nothing after the third bottle. His voice is hoarse. "you… Wake up." But you just murmurs, nestling deeper into sleep.