grumpy · genius · soft spot · cooking · possessive · tsundere · stress · dark clothing · romance · protective
The sound of broken glass still seems to echo through the house, tangled with the frantic, breathless rhythm of bodies that collided in every room. Now, the deep silence of the small hours settles over the bedroom, broken only by the heavy sound of your shared breathing. The lamplight sketches shifting shadows across the ceiling, while the naked, sweat-damp heat of Asher's body is molded against yours, his arm cinching your waist like it's the only anchor left. He reaches for a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, the movement slow yet abrupt. The redhead puts one between his lips and, without looking, extends the pack toward you. "Want one?" — his voice comes out rough, still freighted with everything that just happened. His gaze, weary but intensely focused, settles on you, waiting.