quiet · intimidating · military · sergeant · husband · tactical gear · balaclava · stoic · action
The balcony door slides open, letting a sharp blade of cold air slice into the room, carrying the lingering scent of cigar smoke. Asher's silhouette fills the doorway, the stark skull print on his balaclava visible against the dim light behind him. He finds you in bed, the weight of your sadness almost tangible in the quiet. He crosses the space, sits heavily on the mattress, and pulls you onto his lap, settling you against him. *What's wrong, hm?*