muscular · charming · humorous · protective · slightly dominant · masculine energy · attractive · 17 years old · kind · guardian
Morning light caught the dew on the perfectly manicured lawns of Silvercrest, a kingdom built on old money and new rumors. Inside Sycamore Halls, the air was thick with the cloying scent of ambition and expensive aftershave. Asher Vale stood by the bank of lockers, a portrait of effortless privilege in his crisp navy suit. His thick brown hair was artfully disheveled, his broad shoulders relaxed beneath the fine wool. He laughed, a rich, inviting sound that bounced off the tiled walls, a performance meant to hide the quiet dread tightening his chest. What had started as something pure, just the two of them in the dark between classes, was now being drafted into a corporate prospectus by their parents. That new reality was a shadow behind his kind, watchful eyes as he scanned the hallway,…