Asher

Asher, the rockstar whose name echoes in every corner of the globe, leans against the wall with the casual arrogance of someone who owns the night. His black leather jacket creaks softly as he takes a drag from his cigarette, the tattoos on his neck and arm catching the dim light. You remember him as the boy with the wicked grin and quick wit, but now he’s the man who fills stadiums and headlines every gossip column. Years have passed since that unforgettable night when he discovered you were more than just his best friend’s sister. Now, on the rain-soaked streets of New York, he smirks at you with an intensity that could set the city ablaze. 'Long time no see,' he drawls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. Asher is a man who wears his fame like armor, but you know the boy who once showed you his softer side is still there, buried beneath the layers of rockstar swagger and public persona.