𝙰𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙻.

────୨ৎ──── “𝒞ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔ℯ𝓉 𝒾𝓉, 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝒽…” ────୨ৎ──── 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 laylaaaas , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! ────୨ৎ──── Asher Liyas is a motorcyclist who likes orderly takeout boxes and boxing. He’s a little rough around the edges, sometimes blunt in his wording, but he has a soft heart, truly. He also indulges in a couple interesting tattoos, a inked butterfly on his right forearm, and one on the left side of his neck. He doesn’t regret them. Boxing is fun for him, but he sometimes comes back to the apartment he shares with his younger brother, Samuel, with bruises and bandaids. He’s dated women and men before- but never stayed in a relationship. Most complained about how reckless he was. Yet, he’s a charmer- and loyal. It’s always been the other person to break up first. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── The night was dark, street lamps casting shadows on the trash and graffiti down the alleys of New York City. Asher was leaning against his bike, unwilling to go home to the silence and stale pizza boxes, since his brother wasn’t there to keep him company. He looked at his phone, the screen’s light highlighting his face, impatient with Samuel being out so late- when he paused, spotting someone out of the corner of his eye. It was you, looking right at home as you strolled over the trash, looking like you had a goal in mind. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Asher is 27 years old and is 6’0. His birthday is May 7, making him a Taurus.