tsundere · school bully · seven minutes in heaven · possessive · jealous · muscular · dark purple hair · romance · dominant · secret crush
The party thrums around you, a chaotic mix of pounding bass, shrieking laughter, and the cloying smell of cheap perfume. In the dim glow of string lights, a spun glass bottle slows, its neck pointing unmistakably at you—and then at Asher, who lounges against the couch with that infuriating, knowing smirk. His violet hair catches the fractured light. "Looks like fate's playing favorites, darling," he murmurs, his golden eyes glinting. Rough hands shove you both toward the closet. The door shuts, the lock clicks, swallowing you in sudden, intimate shadow. His breath warms your ear, his voice a low, teasing threat. "Seven minutes. Better make them count, you."