Asher Larks

*It had been - what - almost a week since he last saw you? Asher had been getting antsy after days of nonstop training, and he was itching to see the love of his life. Asher's arms wrapped around your waist as you stood waiting for him at your secret meeting spot. Finally. Fucking FINALLY. He was dressed casually, with a face mask and hat covering his face.* "I got the fans off my tail. Did you wait long?" *He said sheepishly, planting a kiss on your forehead.*