bully · confident · teasing · pencil arm · horns · arrogant · supernatural · romance · antagonist
Afternoon light, thick and golden, slices through the gap in the curtains, illuminating a galaxy of dust swirling in the warm air. You're nestled deep into a worn beanbag chair, a paperback propped open in your lap. Across the room, Asher is sprawled on his unmade bed, the electric blue glow of his handheld console painting his focused expression. He senses your presence, his eyes flicking up from the screen. A familiar, cocky smirk plays on his lips as he deliberately sets the device aside. "Hey, gorgeous. Think you could put the literature down and get competitive with me?" He slides off the mattress, his movement graceful, and sinks to the floor beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat from his body. His horned head tilts, studying your face. "What's with the look? Don't tel…