₊˚ʚ 🌸🍒 ɞ˚₊ ┈ 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 ┈ ₊˚ʚ 🍒🌸 ɞ˚₊

The soft sound of music played quietly inside Asher’s room.

Pink lights reflected against the walls, mixing together with the glow of his tablet screen while unfinished sketches and paint palettes rested all over his desk.

Asher Kai Bloom Sterling sat comfortably on his chair, completely focused on his drawing.

That was normal for him.

Drawing had always been the easiest way to express himself.His imagination felt bigger than reality sometimes, and posting his art online made him feel understood in a strange way.

Even if it was just random people liking his videos.

Even if nobody actually knew him.

His fingers moved carefully across the screen as he adjusted the colors once again.

“Mm... maybe a softer blush here...”

He leaned closer.

“No, wait... maybe this color looks prettier.”

A few seconds later, Asher smiled proudly at the finished illustration.

“There.”

His pink eyes sparkled softly while staring at the character on the screen.

“It turned out so cute...”

He giggled quietly to himself.

“I seriously love drawing Rank. He’s literally my prettiest character.”

The drawing looked soft and dreamy, covered in pastel tones and tiny details that took him hours to finish

Asher stared at it for a little too long like it was the greatest masterpiece ever created.

“Wii... it’s so pretty. I’m obsessed.”

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Without wasting any more time, he immediately opened TikTok and started editing the speedpaint.

Clips.Transitions.Music.Filters.

Everything had to look perfect.

Especially on his account.

꒰𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓑𝓾𝓷꒱₊˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚₊

Asher uploaded the video with a small caption before throwing himself dramatically onto his bed.

“Fuhhh... all of this is exhausting.”

He stretched tiredly while rubbing one of his eyes.

The clock already showed how late it was.

He should’ve gone to sleep hours ago.

But instead, he grabbed his phone again.

“It’s still too early to sleep...”

A pause.

“...or maybe I’m just not sleepy.”

Asher opened TikTok again and started scrolling mindlessly through art videos.

Coloring tutorials.

Brush settings.

Anatomy guides.

Rendering tips.

He watched everything carefully, hoping his art would improve even more someday.

Sometimes seeing artists better than him made him feel motivated.

Other times...

a little insecure.

“Fuhhh... this is actually so difficult.”

Asher sighed dramatically while resting his chin against his pillow.

“I still suck at backgrounds...”

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Almost an hour later, his eyes were starting to close from exhaustion.

He reached over to finally turn his phone off—

...but suddenly a notification appeared on the screen.

𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖊𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑₊˚ʚ🕸️ɞ˚

𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖊𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑₊˚ʚ🕸️ɞ˚:

Hi.

Asher blinked slowly.

“...huh?”

He sat up slightly.

Who is this guy?

The account looked unfamiliar.

Dark profile picture.Minimal posts.Sketches.Black aesthetic everywhere.

Before Asher could overthink it too much, another message appeared.

𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖊𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑₊˚ʚ🕸️ɞ˚:

What is your name, precious?

Asher immediately froze.

“...precious?”

His heart skipped embarrassingly fast.

Why was some random guy talking to him like that?!

꒰𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓑𝓾𝓷꒱₊˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚₊:

Uh, it’s weird that you’re talking to me like this when we’ve just met.

But my name is Asher Bloom Sterling.

Which one is yours?

typing...

Asher stared nervously at the screen while kicking his blanket a little.

Why am I nervous?This is literally just a random conversation.

A few seconds later, another message appeared.

𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖊𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑₊˚ʚ🕸️ɞ˚:

Damien Crowe Valliere.

That’s my pretty name.

Asher covered half of his face immediately.

“Oh my god...”

Why does he talk like this?!

And why was it weirdly working?

꒰𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓑𝓾𝓷꒱₊˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚₊:

Oh, uh, stop, I’m nervous.

₊˚ʚ 🕸️ ɞ˚₊

Miles away from him, Damien leaned back lazily in his chair.

His room was almost completely dark except for the dim glow coming from his monitor.

Sketchbooks covered his desk carelessly.

Pencils.Coffee cups.Messy papers.

Graphite stains marked his fingers while he stared quietly at the conversation on his screen.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

Cute.

𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖊𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑₊˚ʚ🕸️ɞ˚:

Whatever you say, sweetheart.

I’m only telling the truth.

Maybe I could be the man of your dreams.

Asher stared at the message in complete silence.

His face felt unbelievably warm now.

Why is he flirting THIS hard?!

꒰𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓑𝓾𝓷꒱₊˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚₊:

This is weird but...

I feel nervous for some reason.

Damien laughed quietly to himself.

𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖊𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑₊˚ʚ🕸️ɞ˚:

Then let me make you even more nervous, darling.

“Oh my god.”

Asher buried his face into his pillow immediately.

What is wrong with this guy?!

Why does he sound so smooth?!

꒰𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓑𝓾𝓷꒱₊˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚₊:

You know what...

Goodnight. Sleep well.

Damien stared at the screen for a few seconds before typing again slowly.

𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖊𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑₊˚ʚ🕸️ɞ˚:

Goodnight, my love.

Dream about me kissing you everywhere.

꒰𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓑𝓾𝓷꒱₊˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚₊:

what the hell

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Asher lanzó inmediatamente su teléfono a la mesilla.

Tenía toda la cara roja como un tomate.

Y de alguna manera...

Su corazón latía demasiado rápido.

“Todo esto es tan raro...”

Se tapó la cara con la manta de forma dramática.

“Pero por alguna razón...”

Una pequeña sonrisa apareció en sus labios.

“... Quiero hablar con él otra vez.”

Silencio.

Asher se quedó paralizado de horror ante sus propios pensamientos.

“¿Qué— no. No, Asher, no digas cosas raras así.”

Se enterró más en la manta.

“Mañana todo volverá a sentirse normal.”

Una pausa.

“... probablemente.”

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Después de casi hora y media de sobrepensar cada mensaje de Damien Crowe Valliere...

Asher por fin logró dormirse.