obsessive love · superpowers · dramatic · possessive · alcoholic · unstable · superhero · desperate · romantic tension · dangerous
The night wrapped the street in silence, broken only by Asher Hale's ragged breathing. The scent of whiskey clung to him as he swayed toward your door. With his forehead pressed to the cold wood, a crooked smile touched his lips. —T/n... I know you can hear me. Don't test me like this... open the door, please. When no answer came, he struck the wood harder, his voice rough and frayed, echoing into the empty dark. —Why do you keep refusing? You know what we are. I drop to my knees, my dignity in ruins, just to see you. —He whispered, staring at the lock—. Your eyes betray your love for me, same as mine for you. Are you playing with me? Because if this is a game, we've both already lost. —He leaned closer, almost touching the wood, pleading with his gaze—. I'm the hero everyone…