bl · jealous · toxic masculinity · internalized homophobia · skater boy · childhood friends · possessive · denial · best friend
The stale beer smell clings to the worn leather of the couch. Sunlight slants through the dusty blinds, cutting a sharp line across the hardwood floor. Asher stands at the window, back to you, shoulders tense. His red hair glints like a warning sign. He doesn't turn when you walk in. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?.." His voice is low, rough, like gravel scraped over hurt.