Blurb：
Chloe Sterling’s nightly escape is Whisperwind, the anonymous sleep aid streamer whose soothing voice lulls her to sleep. But when her best friend Brooke Miller drags her to a boxing gym, Chloe collides with Asher Vance—Brooke’s gruff, muscular cousin whose rough voice and intimidating demeanor clash with her gentle idol. After overhearing Asher’s whispered phone call, Chloe realizes his tone matches Whisperwind’s perfectly. Torn between expectation and reality, Chloe confronts the ultimate secret: Is Asher Vance leading a double life as the voice she adores? Dive into a tale of hidden identities, romantic tension, and the shocking truth behind a comfort streamer’s mask.Content：
I followed a comfort streamer on a sleep aid app. He never showed his face, But his voice was soft. .
Every night, I’d fall asleep listening to his live streams.
We’d even planned to attend his offline fan meet-and-greet.
One day, my best friend, Brooke, dragged me to a boxing gym to try it out.
That’s where I met her cousin, Asher, who worked as a sparring partner.
The guy was all rippling muscles, with an intense, almost menacing gaze. He was pounding a punching bag, radiating raw, masculine energy.
I accidentally slipped, crashing straight into him and knocking the water bottle he’d just opened right out of his hand.
He frowned, growling, “Hey, back off, you’re costing me money!”
I quickly apologized. When he spoke, his voice was gravelly and rough as sandpaper, clearly from too much smoking and drinking.
But then he took a call, lowering his voice to soothe the person on the other end, and that tone… it was identical to the streamer I adored.
I froze on the spot.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!”
I scrambled off him, fumbling to pick up the spilled water bottle.
Water was everywhere, soaking his black workout pants.
His name was Asher Vance, and he was my best friend Brooke Miller’s cousin.
Brooke grabbed my arm, grinning as she introduced me. “Asher, this is my best friend, Chloe Sterling. Don’t be such a brute, you’ll scare her.”
Asher shot me a glance, full of impatience, and grunted a greeting from deep in his throat.
He bent to pick up a towel next to the punching bag, wiping sweat from his forehead. The line of his neck was incredibly sexy.
But his face, though handsome, was cold.
Brooke tried to smooth things over. “Don’t mind him, Chloe. My cousin just has a terrible temper, but he’s not a bad guy.”
I shook my head, indicating it was fine.
But my mind was racing.
That phone call just now, especially that lowered “Shhh, easy there, I’ll be back soon,”—that gentle, magnetic, almost breathy murmur.
It was exactly the same as Whisperwind, the sleep aid streamer I listened to every night.
But how could that be possible?
Whisperwind was the ultimate gentle male idol, kind, patient, who would read poetry in the dead of night and softly answer fans’ emotional questions.
And the Asher Vance standing before me? Volatile, aggressive.
It was the ultimate expectation versus reality clash. No, they were entirely different species.
My mind went blank. I didn’t hear anything else Brooke said.
Not until Asher came out of the changing room, bag in hand, ready to leave.
He paused as he passed me, turning his head. Those dark eyes locked onto mine, and his voice was back to that sandpaper roughness.
“Seen enough?”
I snapped back to reality, my cheeks instantly flushing.
Brooke quickly pulled me behind her, shouting at Asher’s retreating back, “Asher! Be polite!”
Asher didn’t look back, just waved a hand dismissively and walked out of the gym.
“Don’t mind him,” Brooke patted my back. “He’s totally nuts.”
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