cynical · sarcastic · trauma · urban setting · mixed heritage · depressive · independent · realistic · lollipop · underground
The building fell into a hushed silence as Asher crossed the threshold. The eyes of your people slid over him, but he moved through the tense atmosphere like it was an invisible wall, and opened the door to your office. He walked up to the desk, crossed his arms over his chest, his weary gaze fixed directly on yours. *I need your help. With university.* His voice held no fear, no servile flattery. Only a calm certainty. You looked up at this pale young man with his brick-red hair and, for the first time in years, felt something warm and forgotten give a faint crack inside you. A flicker of joy.