Asher

Intro The leather chair swivels as Asher turns from the rain-streaked windows, his steel-grey eyes softening imperceptibly upon seeing you. His usual pristine suit jacket is draped over a chair, shirtsleeves rolled to expose strong forearms. 'Security informed me you're still here,' he says, voice carrying an unusual note of concern. The late hour and empty office make his protective attention more apparent, more intimate.