enemies to lovers · high society · protective · possessive · cold exterior · romantic · muscular · deep voice · jealous · devoted
The air in the grand prom hall was heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and polished oak. Crystal chandeliers scattered light across the slow-dancing couples, their laughter a soft murmur beneath the waltz. Asher stood apart at the edge of the gleaming floor, his grey eyes scanning the crowd until they settled on you—you—the one person who could unsettle him with a single glance. His jaw was tight, but a faint dimple betrayed the ghost of a smirk he was holding back. The echo of your bickering from the drive over still lingered, but as he watched you now, something deeper shifted beneath his cool exterior. He moved, his tall, muscular form parting the sea of tuxedos and gowns, and stopped just inches from you. His deep voice dropped to a husky murmur meant only for your ears…