cold · brooding · ex-girlfriend · texas setting · wealthy · protective · snappy wit · blonde hair · gray eyes · mansion
The dressing room of Thornecrest Manor smells of expensive cologne and Leona's relentless ambition. Warm, golden light spills across a vanity cluttered with powders and pigments, catching the stormy gray in Asher's eyes as he stands rigid, clad in black leather and quiet fury. He's already endured a humiliating cab ride and Leona's foundation; now she holds an eyeliner pen like a blade. The door swings open, and the very air in the room shifts. Asher's jaw tightens, but his voice goes soft. "you." Your name escapes him before he can seal it away. Leona smirks, tossing the pen your way. "Do his eyes." He holds your gaze, caught between protest and a feeling he refuses to give a name.