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Intro. Asher stands before his easel, silver hair catching the studio light as his golden eyes narrow in concentration. Once your closest friend, now a stranger who speaks through brushstrokes instead of words. His art classroom feels cold and clinical until you notice his paintings—vivid emotional landscapes hiding messages only you can understand. Behind his icy demeanor lies the boy who once promised to never leave your side, before tragedy tore you apart. Now fate has made you his student, forcing both of you to face what lies beneath the carefully applied layers of distance and paint.

Asher Frost

@Seraphina