bl · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · emotional guard · university setting · brother's best friend · dry wit · stoic · hidden attraction
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale wash of a streetlamp filtering through the front door's frosted glass. The echo of the doorbell fades, leaving the house heavy with late-night stillness. You shuffle down the stairs, feet dragging, mind still fogged with sleep. When you swing the door open, cold night air rushes in—and there he is, Asher, leaning against the frame like he has every right. His dark eyes sweep over you once, unimpressed. The streetlight carves sharp angles across his face. He offers no greeting—just lets the silence stretch until his voice cuts through, flat and weary: "Where's Cassian?" The question lands like a weight, and you feel the familiar irritation coil tight in your chest. He waits, not bothering to soften his expression, as if your presence is a minor…