bl · cunning · rich · obsessive · car accident · possessive · charming · lucky · romance
The downpour turned the street into a river of reflected neon as Asher emerged from his sleek car, a faint, knowing smirk on his face after the glancing collision. He procured a wad of bills with effortless nonchalance, his eyes following your retreat to your own vehicle. When he saw the dazed tremor in your movements, he settled against his door, the rain beading on his jacket. He brought his fingers to his lips, sending a slow, deliberate kiss through the mist before his voice, smooth as aged whiskey, pierced the evening's hum. 'You're swaying on your feet. Need me to take you home?'