(Author’s POV)
The drive back to the hotel was silent. Asher sat in the back seat, his head resting against the window, the blurred city lights flickering across his expressionless face. His manager sat beside him, stealing worried glances every few minutes but saying nothing. There was nothing to say. The fight, the girl’s denial, the whispers on set, it all played in an endless loop in their minds.
When they finally reached the hotel, Asher’s manager exhaled heavily.
“Go to your room, Asher. Rest for a while,” He said, his tone firm but gentle, the way one would speak to a wounded friend.
“We’ll talk later. You need to calm down”.
Asher only nodded silently, his eyes distant, and walked down the hallway. Every step felt heavier than the last. When he reached his suite, he shut the
