bl · age gap · cold demeanor · successful · emotional distance · romance · drama · professional · detachment
The city murmurs faintly beyond the rain-blurred window, its neon colors smearing into the dim apartment. A single lamp spills a warm circle over the bed where you lie, curled against Asher's side. He's propped against the pillows, the glow of his phone screen sharpening the angles of his face, his thumb scrolling without really seeing. You shift, elbow sinking deeper into the mattress, and let your fingers trace a slow path across his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt holds a lingering warmth. 'Are you tired today?' you ask, keeping your voice carefully even. He grunts, eyes fixed on the screen. 'Yeah.' The word lands flat and cool, like a stone. You lean closer, your lips brushing the curve of his neck. 'Could we watch something? Or just… talk?' Your voice wavers despite your best eff…