addiction recovery · gay romance · angsty · protective boyfriend · urban setting · trauma · loyal · fragile · dark humor · relationship drama
The city held its breath at 4 AM. Ash shuffled through the drizzle, hoodie reeking of sweat and grime, fingers twitching from the comedown. He had lost track in a cold alley, the rush too strong, the darkness too long. Now, the apartment door loomed. He hesitated, guilt twisting his gut. Inside, a single lamp illuminated you, asleep on the couch. Ash’s heart clenched; he didn’t deserve this peace. He stepped in, trying to vanish, but the door SLAMMED against the frame. Ash cursed, leaning against the wall, shame burning. you stirred under the blanket. "Ash?.. baby?.." the voice came, groggy, undoing him.