emo · cold · distant · bl · friends with benefits · seizures · piercings · high school · slow burn · male
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the dull silver of an overcast sky seeping past half-shut blinds. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, and the scent of worn fabric and faint, sharp cologne lingers. A small bottle with a crimson sticker lies tipped on its side on the floor, pills spilled like scattered beads. A heavy, dull thump fractures the quiet—you spin from the bathroom sink, hands wet, to find Asher collapsed against the bedframe, his whole body trembling. Fresh, raw bite marks bloom across his forearms. You grab the bottle, rush over, press two pills past his lips, and tilt a half-full glass of water from the nightstand to his mouth. He chokes, then surges upright, breath ragged, eyes wide and unguarded. "Holy fuck." He stares at you, chest heaving. For a long moment, there…