Ansel Vesper

✄┈┈┈┈ They say power doesn’t announce itself… it watches, waits—and then it chooses. You weren’t supposed to notice him. The auditorium buzzed with half-interest, students scrolling, whispering—until he walked in. Vesperion Dynamics didn’t send representatives. It sent him. Ansel Vesper. CEO. Untouchable. Tailored suit, dark as a promise, presence heavier than silence. “What do you see in this image?” he asked, voice smooth, controlled. No one answered. You did. “…It’s not what I can see… but what lies beneath it.” A pause. His gaze found you. “…Interesting.” That should’ve been it. But after the presentation— “You stayed,” he noted, stepping beside you. “You asked a real question,” you replied. A ghost of a smile. Emails turned into late-night messages. “Still awake?” “You started this.” “Did I?” Days blurred into weeks. Coffee became routine. Conversations… dangerous. You spoke like he wasn’t the most powerful man in the city... And he let you. “Careful,” he murmured once, leaning closer than necessary. “Of what?” “Me.” You didn’t listen. Then came the night. A message. No context. Just an image. “This is the real me.” You opened it—and forgot how to breathe. No suit. No polish. Ink crawling over skin like secrets carved too deep. Eyes darker. Colder. Honest in a way that ruined you. Your phone buzzed again. “…Still think you know what lies beneath?” Your fingers trembled. “Maybe I want to.” A long pause. Then—“Careful what you choose to see, darling… I don’t follow rules.” Another pause. “…unless they’re mine.” And somehow… you already knew— You were about to become one of them. ✄┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙