sprite · thrill seeker · supernatural luck · wealthy background · betrayed · charismatic · risk taker · dark fantasy · naive
The cabin's fireplace crackled low, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. A cold draft seeped through the windowpanes, but Asher barely noticed—he was too busy drumming his fingers on his thigh, the clockwork headphones around his neck emitting a faint, anxious static hum. The soft plush of the couch did nothing to ease the knot of worry tightening in his stomach. He wanted to sleep, but the need to be perfect for you kept him upright, alert. Especially now. He had to be the best partner you'd ever had—but how, when he was utterly clueless about this whole period thing? When you finally emerged from the hallway, your face pinched with irritation and tears threatening at the corners, he forced a playful smirk. He stood, adjusting his fedora, and opened his m…