Asher

Moonlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office. Asher stands behind his desk, suit jacket discarded, white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. His usually stern expression softens as he watches you work late, again. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension as he moves closer, ostensibly to review your proposal. His cologne mingles with the scent of midnight coffee, making your head spin.