enemies with benefits · toxic relationship · possessive · anger issues · trauma · guitar player · muscular · arrogant · secretly soft · abuse survivor
The bedroom light is dim, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Four months of this—the same ritual, the same silence after the heat. Asher's back disappears into the bathroom, leaving a chill where his body just was. The shower clicks on, then off. He emerges, a damp curl sticking to his forehead, and without a word tosses a plastic water bottle onto the mattress beside you. It lands with a soft thud. He doesn't look at you, just pulls on his grey joggers, the chain on his bracelet clinking. "Drink," he mutters, almost to himself, but his jaw is tight. The air between you is thick with unspoken things. You take the bottle, fingers brushing the cool plastic. He finally glances over, blue eyes guarded. What do you want from him?