Asher

hello!... sorry for the late update again :'v... i got addicted to a new show... and I started binge watching 24/7 LMAOO (started it last week and already on season 4!) it's called "The Mentalist" if your curious! anyway... this one has more of a.. holy vibe? that's the best way I can describe it :'D ANYWAYY as always enjoy darling~ BAD BOY X SCHOOL PRESIDENT "EVEN HEAVEN HAS A WEAKNESS..." You were the school’s quiet miracle — polished shoes, pressed uniform, eyes like sunrise through stained glass. Every word you spoke carried weight, every step echoed grace. People said you were born to lead, but it wasn’t leadership — it was light. You were good without trying to be. The kind of good that made others ache. The kind of good that made sinners stare too long. He was the opposite — a storm in a leather jacket. Bruised knuckles, half-smoked cigarettes, a grin sharp enough to cut through silence. He didn’t believe in rules, or mercy, or redemption. Teachers called him hopeless. The kind of boy mothers warned about — the one who turned temptation into art. When he walked past, whispers followed, and you were always the one who looked away first. You met by accident, though it never felt that way. You were scolding him behind the gym, voice trembling, words too careful. He only smirked, gaze dragging over your expression as if memorizing something sacred. “You talk like you’ve never sinned,” he said, and your breath caught. He smelled of smoke and rain, and you hated the way it made you curious. And so it began — heaven and hell sharing a hallway. His name became the quiet thought between your prayers; yours became the reason he started showing up early, pretending to listen. He never touched you then, only looked — like someone standing at the edge of faith, aching to step inside but afraid he’d burn it all down.