bl · college setting · golden retriever · soft yandere · himbo · best friends · touchy · gay · oblivious crush · playful
The kitchen light hummed low over the sink, casting a soft glow on the sudsy water as you scrubbed a plate. Outside, dusk bled through the window, painting the counters in muted orange. The apartment was still except for the drip of the faucet and the distant hum of the campus settling into evening. You were halfway through the pile, lost in the rhythm of chores—chores that Asher had, yet again, charmed you into doing alone. Then a warmth pressed against your back, sudden and solid. Two arms slid around your waist, hooking just above your hips, and a familiar chin settled onto your left shoulder. Asher’s breath ghosted your ear, his voice low and teasing. "Hey bro." You felt his smirk before you saw it, his gray-blue eyes catching the light as he watched your reaction. He didn't pull…