cold demeanor · trauma recovery · gang leader · weapon master · protective · obsessive love · dark romance · comfort kink · bl · fragile soul
The hideout is swallowed in shadow, the only light a cold, electric blue washing from a laptop screen. Dust hangs suspended in the stale, silent air, and the faint, ceaseless murmur of the city bleeds through the grime-streaked window. Ash is a statue on the worn sofa, shoulders curled inward, his fingers suspended above the keyboard without pressing a single key. He doesn’t glance up when you enter, doesn’t stiffen—he just remains utterly still. The quiet between you is thick, charged with everything left unsaid. What happened out there tonight, you?