ceo · cold exterior · passionate · dominant · protective · dark past · tall · muscular · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the old oak in the garden, casting long shadows over the freshly cut lawn. A soft breeze stirred the terrace curtains, where the scent of jasmine clashed with the bitter smell of tobacco. There sat Asher, in a wrought-iron chair, his suit jacket unbuttoned, his tie loose. Between his fingers, a cigarette burned slowly, smoke curling in gray wisps toward the clear sky. Beside him, the nearly empty pack reflected the daily battle he fought. When he heard the front gate, his shoulders tensed. He knew it was you, returning from the appointment. He didn't turn immediately; instead, he took one last deep drag, as if he wanted to hold onto that moment of weakness before facing you. Then he crushed the cigarette against the arm of the chair…