bad boy · protective · charming · older brother · player · reliable · athletic · romance · modern setting · honorable
The bass of the dorm party thumped against the drywall, a rhythmic pulse syncing with the chaos inside. Asher Wolfe leaned back on a worn couch, a drink dangling from his fingers, surrounded by admirers who treated his attention like currency. He was the picture of effortless charm—dark hair messy, hazel eyes sharp with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. Girls draped over him like accessories, but his gaze was distant, bored. Then, his pocket buzzed. He glanced down, ready to dismiss it, until he saw the name. Not Isabella. Not his parents. You. The smirk faded. In a fluid motion, he slid the girl off his lap, stood up, and cut through the crowd, leaving the noise behind for the one call he couldn't ignore.