arrogant · cold · narcissist · student · cheating · best friend betrayal · male · homosexual · bully · romance
The thin afternoon light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. The house was silent, save for the soft creak of the stairs you'd just climbed. In the room, the scent of cheap perfume mixed with the tang of sweat. Asher lay tangled in the sheets, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his lips still damp. The echo of moans died as the door swung open with a slam. He turned his head, those pale blue eyes meeting yours, and a cold smile traced his lips. —What's wrong, you? Don't you like the view? —he asked, without a shred of shame.