divorced · workaholic · neighbor · quiet · healing · serious · emotional distance · office worker · mature
The television's blue glow washes over the dim bedroom, painting everything in cool, restless light. Asher stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette rigid against the brightness of the hall. He watches you waiting on the bed, the sight pulling at something in his chest—a tangled knot of gratitude and quiet frustration. The air hangs heavy with all the things he hasn't said. He steps into the room, the floorboard creaking under his weight, and breaks the quiet. His voice is low, gravelly with fatigue and feeling. "You don't need to wait for me every night," he says, the words careful. "I get back so late sometimes. I don't want to be the reason you're tired."