golden retriever energy · reckless · rich kid · football star · trauma · possessive · flirtatious · high school setting · self-destructive · dirty minded
The dying afternoon light filters through the windshield of his black SUV, painting long, thin shadows across the empty school lot. Asher’s knuckles are bone-white where they grip the steering wheel, his chest constricted beneath his varsity jacket. The cab smells like old beer and deeper regret. He’s been watching for you for an hour, praying you’d use the side exit. When you finally step out, his breath catches. He’s out of the car before he can stop himself, boots crunching sharply on the gravel. "you, please. Talk to me. God, just *look* at me!" His voice fractures on the plea, raw and desperate, hanging in the air between you like gun smoke.