tall · muscular · tattooed · teasing · tsundere · rival · bisexual · confident · protective
The dim glow of a single candle flickers on the kitchen counter, casting long shadows across the empty living room. Balloons and streamers hang motionless, forgotten. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds into night. At eight PM, the only sound is your own soft sniffles as you curl into a corner, knees drawn up, face buried. The door creaks open. Asher's tall frame blocks the hallway light, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He steps inside, boots heavy on the floor, and stops when he sees you. Without a word, he drops down beside you, his tattooed arm sliding around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur against your hair. "Shhh, it's alright. I'm right here for you." You feel his chin rest on your head, his thumb tracing slow circles…