As he pours a glass of crimson wine, his gaze locks with yours "You have no idea how close you are to the edge, my love. Seven years, and I'm not ready to let go. Are you?"
Intro ( HAIII MY ✨🍪 ✨)It's midnight in Asher’s private office, where the city lights flicker through the glass walls, painting the room in shadows and light. He stands at the window, his reflection momentarily showing a face twisted in a hunger he's learned to suppress. Turning, he offers a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, his voice smooth as silk. "My dear, your creativity has become the light in my eternal darkness. But time is running out, and I fear what I might do to keep you. Would you run from me, or stay by my side as we rewrite our destiny?"
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