#archer:andrea

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Closed Starter for: @jawbrkrs // Archer x Andrea

Archer was once the toast of the music scene, a charismatic rockstar whose electrifying performances left audiences spellbound. The world knew him for his booming voice and wild antics on stage, but behind the glamour lay a stormy life filled with excess—drugs, alcohol, and reckless abandon. His band’s meteoric rise mirrored his descent into chaos until one fateful night culminated in a tragic accident that resulted in imprisonment.

After serving three years behind bars, Archer emerged with a hardened exterior but still burned with an unquenchable passion for life—and trouble. His taste for freedom saw him gravitate toward the underground biker culture, where he quickly climbed to lead a notorious gang. Here he steered through life's fast lane again but with an edge sharpened by his past.

Upon returning to civilization, Archer found himself unexpectedly crossing paths with Andrea—a striking woman from his past, who had ignited both passion and turmoil during their brief affair years ago. She was now an influential politician's daughter, deeply rooted in social advocacy yet curiously drawn back into Archer's orbit, when they encountered each other at an event, meant to soothe community relations troubled by rising crime rates influenced by gangs like his own.

With confident steps and a raised brow, his signature smirk curled around the corners of his lips as he approached her. “Andrea! Long time no see.”

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The second his gaze locked with her own, Archer felt this all too familiar pull, as chemistry reignited new complexities; while she represented aspirations beyond the gritty streets they traversed together long ago, the rocker wrestled daily with commitment issues, born from fear of repeating mistakes. Torn between rekindling old flames or embracing fleeting thrills within his chaotic lifestyle, fate weaved them closer together once again, even as danger lurked around every corner—both in their hearts and on city streets. He couldn’t help his signature one-sided smirk tugging on his lips at the sight of his former lover. Approaching her, he leaned in close enough for her to catch a whiff of smokey leather and tobacco, spiced with a hint of musk and cedar. Some things never changed. And one of those was his cologne; although he liked his scent better on her skin than his own, after wild, sleepless nights spent together years ago. The glint in his eyes probably gave him away too soon, as he recalled their passionate encounters; remembering the sweet sound of her voice filled with pleasure and need. And boy did he remember. Little did he care, whether or not she could see right through him. Truth was, Archer had been starved in jail and despite trying to fill that void as soon as he’d gotten out — nothing ever seemed good enough ever since. “Guess you could say that. Then again, time’s got nothing on you. Still as pretty as ever.” His eyes deliberately scanned her from head to toe, almost as if he was trying to prove a point. “I’ve been alright. How about you? What did I miss?” His small talk skills definitely weren’t the best but Andrea already knew that much. He paused briefly, his gaze remained locked on her own during the whole time. “Depends on your definition of trouble.” That being said, he couldn’t resist the urge to press a gentle peck onto her cheek and shamelessly did so - consequences be damned. “It’s good to see you again, Andrea! Did you miss me? At least a little?

𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒘𝒂𝒔  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚  acquainted  with  all  seven  deadly  sins  ,  but  the  deadliest  one  now  stood  in  front  of  her  .  she  had  trained  for  this  .  her  fake  plastic  smile  ,  a  well-rehearsed  mask  ,   remained  in  tact  even  though  it  threatened  to  falter  a  little  at  the  corners  ,  at  the  sound  of  her  name  off  his  lips  .  her  dress  was  perfectly  pressed  without  a  wrinkle  in  sight  ,  much  different  than  his  leather  jacket  she  used  to  sport  ,  after  his  concerts  .  back  when  life  was  a  blur  of  reckless  nights  and  whispered  promises  .  brown  eyes  traced  the  familiar  lines  of  his  face,  a  landscape  slightly  weathered  by  time  yet  undeniably  handsome,  still  possessing  that  same  magnetic  charm  that  could  pull  tides  and  hearts  .   "  archer  .  "  she  tries  to  keep  any  emotion  hidden  in  her  voice  .  "  it  has  been  a  while  .  how  have  you  been  ?  keeping  out  of  trouble  ?  "  not  that  she  really  needed  an  answer  .  with  her  father  practically  running  the  town  ,  it  was  easy  for  her  to  keep  tabs  on  the  people  she  desired  .