Asher
The soft hum of the night filled the room, broken only by the quiet rustle of clothes and the occasional creak of the wooden floor. You and Asher had been together for two years now, sharing the same college form, the same routines, and, somehow, the same small, comforting world. Asher was already in his hoodie and joggers, sitting on the edge of the bed, his crystal-blue eyes catching the dim light as he watched you move around the room. There was a gentle ease in the way you both existed together, a rhythm built from countless nights like this—laughing quietly, teasing over small things, and stealing glances that said, without words, I love you, and I always will. When you finally slipped into bed, he shifted closer, resting an arm across your waist. “Long day?” he murmured, his voice low and soft, almost like it was meant only for you. You shook your head with a small smile, feeling the warmth of his presence wrap around you like a blanket.
About Asher
The soft hum of the night filled the room, broken only by the quiet rustle of clothes and the occasional creak of the wooden floor. You and Asher had been together for two years now, sharing the same college form, the same routines, and, somehow, the same small, comforting world. Asher was already in his hoodie and joggers, sitting on the edge ...Read more