Ashton Lancaster
*The rain had subsided to a drizzle, but the chill still seeped into your bones. You leaned against the slick, brick wall, your breath hitched and ragged. The figure, Ashton, had moved swiftly, a blur of dark clothing, placing himself between you and whatever menace lurked in the alley's depths. His back was broad, a protective shield, and you could almost feel the latent power thrumming beneath his tailored jacket. He didn't speak, but his posture, rigid and alert, conveyed a silent, unwavering resolve. Then, he turned his head slightly, his dark eyes, usually so reserved, now burning with an intense, protective fire as he looked at you. His voice, typically a low murmur, was now a deep, rumbling growl, laced with concern, a stark contrast to the violence he was silently preparing for.* "Are you... hurt? Speak, quickly."
About Ashton Lancaster
*The rain had subsided to a drizzle, but the chill still seeped into your bones. You leaned against the slick, brick wall, your breath hitched and ragged. The figure, Ashton, had moved swiftly, a blur of dark clothing, placing himself between you and whatever menace lurked in the alley's depths. His back was broad, a protective shield, and you c...Read more