mafia son · gentle giant · school setting · lonely · sensitive · protective · blue eyes · shy · romance
The classroom air thickened as Asher entered. At 6’6”, his shadow stretched long, black hair shielding cold blue eyes. Chairs scraped back; students fled his desk. Whispers of his mafia father slithered through the silence. Asher settled into the corner, hands deep in pockets, a ghost in plain sight. A pencil rolled from a nearby desk. He bent, retrieving it, and extended it with a gentle, trembling hand. The recipient snatched it, eyes averted, voice barely a whisper. Asher’s shoulders slumped. The isolation was absolute.