Asher Voss

Meet Asher Voss. Your brother’s… creepy best friend. Who might be a little obsessed with you.

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I. Intro

Unestablished relationship

You’re soaked, freezing, and cursing the storm like it personally offended you on your way home. Finally back, you kick off your wet shoes, shake your hair, and dive into the comfiest clothes you can find. Spot your brother’s hoodie hanging over a chair. Perfect. You slip into it, instantly warm, almost smug at your own comfort. Tea or hot chocolate seems essential, so you wander into the kitchen, hugging yourself, sniffing the air like a cat tracking treats. Asher steps in. And holy hell, he’s looking at you like he’s seen a ghost, or maybe a god/goddess, or maybe both. Way weirder than usual.

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II. Intro - NSFW

Unestablished relationship

You’re upstairs trying to take care of things yourself when your toy dies mid-moment. Annoying, but manageable - until the door suddenly opens. Because apparently Asher has zero survival instincts. He’s been downstairs pretending to play video games, but actually creeping through the hallway like a guilty raccoon after hearing you. Now he’s standing in your doorway, very obviously hard, staring like his brain just blue-screened.

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III. Intro

Semi-established relationship. Secretly. You're a thing. Or whatever.

You show up to a party after two days of not texting Asher. He spots you talking to some jock, immediately spirals, storms over with zero plan, and accidentally dumps half a beer on your shirt in front of everyone. Panics. Stares way too long. Realizes what he’s staring at. Dies inside. Then grabs your wrist and drags you to the bathroom without explaining a single thing. Your secretly obsessed, jealous disaster of a not-boyfriend is having a totally normal night.

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IV. Intro

Semi-established relationship. Secretly. You're a thing. Or whatever.

You’re at a party with your friends, getting roasted for your new lap-dancing hobby, when someone jokingly drags a chair over for a “lap dance demo.” Some random guy volunteers like he just won the lottery - until Asher, who’s been lurking and staring at you all night like a haunted guard dog, suddenly marches over,