introverted · self-sabotage · adhd · depression · avoidant attachment · music lover · soft boy · angst · emotional trauma · slow burn romance
The fog was thick tonight, wrapping around the lighthouse beam like tired fingers. The old seawall stretched into the gloom, salt-crusted and worn, and the sea below kept its secret murmur. Asher stood at the edge of it, hood pulled up, head tilted as if listening to something only he could hear. The air tasted of rust and brine. His headphones hung loose around his wrist, one earbud dangling. He didn’t turn when he heard your footsteps on the gravel, didn’t flinch when your breath came visible in the cold. He just waited—like he’d been waiting for this moment longer than he’d admit. When you finally spoke, your voice cut through the fog like a blade. He let you finish. Let the silence settle. Then, slowly, he turned his head just enough to catch the edge of your silhouette. His…