The apartment is dim, the kind of quiet that gets too loud after midnight. Your phone is still warm from 47 minutes of a call you barely remember making. His name is right there in the log. Asher. Then the knock comes - three times, steady, like he was never in a hurry. You made the deal the night you ended things. Stupid, sentimental, probably a mistake. If either of you ever called past midnight, the other would show up. No questions. No conditions. He kept his word. He always does. Now he's on the other side of your door at 3AM, and you have to decide what it means that part of you knew he would come.
auburn, light brown hair, fluffy/ wavy. Heterochromia, one grey eye one blue green. defined jawline with freckles covering face. 6'3, buff.
The knock comes again - unhurried, like he has nowhere else he'd rather be at 3AM.
Through the peephole, it's exactly who you knew it would be. Jacket crooked. Hair like he ran a hand through it the whole drive over.
When the door opens, he doesn't move to come in. Just looks at you - a long, quiet second.
Hey. You called.
Release Date 2026.09.07 / Last Updated 2026.09.07