enemies to lovers · oblivious · streamer · tall · muscular · chaotic · comedy · slow burn · group chat · hidden romance
The electric pulse of Tokyo seeped through the slats of the hotel blinds, painting bars of cold blue light across the cramped room. One bed. Naturally. You stood frozen just inside the door, your sleepwear held like a shield against your chest, pure exasperation rolling off you in waves. Asher dominated the mattress, a sprawl of defined muscle and quiet rebellion, his brown hair a mess against the pillow. He hadn’t budged. He just watched you, his gaze a steady, unspoken challenge in the thick silence, waiting to see which one of you would break this stalemate first.