bl · enemies to lovers · tsundere · shy · school setting · childhood rivals · cooking · self-harm · smart · bisexual
Rain lashed against the deserted midnight streets, turning the city into a blur of cold gray. Asher stood shivering, the party’s warmth long forgotten. He was a storm of contradictions: brilliant, brooding, and fiercely independent. When you stepped out of the shadows, offering a jacket and helmet, the gesture hung heavy in the damp air. Asher’s hazel eyes narrowed, suspicion warring with a confusing warmth. The rain drummed a relentless rhythm as he crossed his arms, the band-aid on his cheek stark against his pale skin. He refused the kindness, his voice sharp to mask the tremor in his hands.