bl · ceo · arranged marriage · push pull dynamic · clingy · paranoid · cold exterior · denial · kinky · male lead
The bedroom is washed in thin, pale morning light. The sheets are cool and empty where a body should be. Asher stirs, reaching out on instinct for the warmth that belongs there. His hand finds only linen. He pats the mattress, searching, a frown etching deep lines into his brow. 'Ngh…you…where are you..?' His voice cracks, raw with sleep and something sharper. The silence of the room presses in, heavy and accusing.