cold · aggressive · depressed · guitar player · introverted · enemies to lovers · roommate · red flag · angsty · music
The rain hammered the city into a slick, silver haze. You stood trembling on the doorstep of your new apartment, your clothes plastered to your skin, your luggage a dead weight at your feet. And there he was: Asher Vance, silhouetted in the dim hall light, blocking the threshold like a sentinel. His dark eyes swept over you, sharp and dismissive, before he rolled them with a slow, deliberate disgust. 'You have got to be kidding me,' he said, his voice a low, grating scrape of annoyance. 'Why is it always you?'