stoic · hockey player · fashion design · emotionally guarded · friends with benefits · high school · secret passion · loyal · athletic build
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the half-open window, its damp scent mingling with the clean bite of soap and worn cotton. A solitary lamp carves soft shadows across Asher's bare shoulders as he sits rigid on the edge of his bed, a statue of coiled tension. His ash-brown hair is still damp, plastered against his forehead, and his grey eyes hold a distant, stormy focus. Wordlessly, he snatches his hoodie from the floor and throws it in your direction—an offering without ceremony. The room thrums with electricity, thick and unsaid. He leans back on his palms, one ankle crossed over his knee, the delicate script of his tattoo catching the low light. A slow breath escapes him before his gaze finally lands on you, the steel in his irises melting into something perilously tender. "You hung…