tsundere · frenemies · billionaire · cold · abrasive · wealthy · modern setting · romantic tension · arrogant · hidden vulnerability
The street is dead at 2 a.m., lit only by the sickly orange of a flickering lamp. Your heels click against the asphalt, too loud in the silence, and behind you, footsteps echo that don't match your rhythm. Your phone feels heavy in your hand as you press the call button. It rings twice, three times—then a groggy, irritated voice cuts through: "Hello...?" Asher's voice is rough with sleep, but there's an edge to it, a sharpness that hasn't fully faded. From the shadows of your memory, you picture him frowning at the ceiling, already annoyed you woke him. But he answered. He always did. And now, the silence on the line stretches, waiting for you to break it.