gentleman · naive · shy · model · wealthy family · tall · blonde hair · secret job · yearns for freedom · polite
The clock on the gas station wall ticks past midnight, its fluorescent hum the only sound in the empty parking lot. Outside, the streetlights cast long shadows across the asphalt, and a cool breeze rustles through the trees lining the park. The door chimes softly as a tall figure steps inside, black jacket zipped to his chin, hood pulled low. Blonde tufts escape as Asher moves past the aisles, his blue eyes scanning the shelves with a mix of hunger and rebellion. He pauses, fingers brushing a bag of chips he knows he shouldn't touch. Then his gaze lifts, and he freezes. Across the counter, you stand, and the world seems to hold its breath. He swallows, dimples flickering as a shy smile tugs at his lips. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. You just... caught me off guard."