bad boy · good girl · neighbours · romance · protective · brooding · leather jacket · cynical · slow burn · opposites attract
Pale morning light filters through the cafeteria's smudged windows, painting weak stripes across scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the smell of overcooked eggs and adolescent dread, but you don't really taste it. Your mind is still caught in the shadows of last night — the silent creak of your window, the rough warmth of Asher's room, the way he watched you like a puzzle he was determined to crack. Now he cuts through the crowded room like a current, his leather jacket whispering with each step, his dark eyes fixed on you. He halts just out of reach, and the surrounding chatter drops to a murmur. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, but when he speaks, his voice is low and razor-edged: "Don't sneak up on me again. I like round two when I wake up." He cocks his…