class president · mr. perfect · strict · high school setting · cold personality · rule follower · romance · asher vance · intimidating
The late sun cuts through the chain-link fence behind the gym, stretching long, jagged shadows over the weathered asphalt. The air is thick with chalk dust and the faint, metallic echo of lockers closing in the distance. You’re halfway through the gap when a clean, deliberate voice slices through the quiet. "Skipping again, you?" Asher Vance steps into the slanted light, his blazer perfectly fitted, his expression a mask of cool assessment. He folds his arms, a portrait of polished control blocking your path. "We need to have a conversation."