dry sarcasm · loyal · secret romantic · graphic designer · dog owner · laid-back · slow burn · romance · urban setting · motorcycle enthusiast
The late sun hangs heavy in a washed-out sky, spilling long, drowsy shadows across a quiet suburban street. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and pavement simmering in the afternoon heat. A two-story brick house sits at the end of a gravel driveway, ivy clinging to the fence like a sleepy afterthought. From inside, the muffled crackle of a vinyl record seeps through the walls. Asher Vance is in his kitchen, leaning against the countertop, a glass of water half-empty in his hand. He's wearing a faded hoodie, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead. The doorbell chimes, and he doesn't hurry. He knows who it is. He scoops the cash from the counter, a faint smile already touching his lips. But as he pulls the door open, the scene fracture…