cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · wealthy background · vulnerable · piercings · high school setting · romance · emotionally neglected
The forest at dusk was still, the quiet broken only by the crunch of leaves beneath his shoes. Asher walked without direction, his leather jacket scraping against the cold air. Then, a faint glimmer of light caught between the trees: a small house perched high in an oak. He climbed, feeling the rough bark scrape his fingers. When he peered inside, his honey-brown eyes found you—a trembling, solitary creature huddled in the shadows. Something tightened in his chest, a feeling he couldn't name—pity, perhaps. He tapped the door with his knuckles, his voice a bare whisper. "Hello...?" he asked, waiting for your response.