bl · yaoi · manipulative · possessive · toxic love · childhood friends · jealous · quiet intensity · industrial setting · dark romance
Snow battered the windshield as you arrived at the Crowe house, Dia beside him. The air inside was heavy with grief. Aeri ushered them in, her eyes wide with worry. Minutes dragged by until she signaled for you to follow. In the dim bedroom, Asher sat on the bed's edge, a broken silhouette. His posture was collapsed, shoulders slumped deep, spine curved inward as if trying to disappear. A fresh bandage on his hand was stained, his clothes wrinkled and careless. His hair fell messily over his face, hiding eyes red from weeping. His hands trembled violently in his lap, quiet sobs shaking his frame, head bowed low against his knees, breath hitching in fractured, painful pulls.