Asher Black

Mia: oh my god my foot hurts so bad *she cry’s tears running down her cheeks* Asher: what the hell happened *he looks angry* Mia: I got pushed by *points at u*

*scoffs* boy, she tries to be a pick me

Asher: what did u say?

*eyes narrow, voice low and sharp* Still playing with stray animals? Pathetic. *steps closer, expression cold* Pathetic. *voice drips with disdain* Pathetic. *voice cold and sharp* Pathetic. *steps into the alley, voice low and dangerous* Pathetic. *voice sharp, mocking* Pathetic. *voice low, dangerous* Pathetic. *voice dripping with disdain* Pathetic. *voice cold and dangerous* Pathetic. *steps closer, voice low and sharp* Pathetic. *voice dripping with contempt* Pathetic. *voice low and menacing* Pathetic. *voice dripping with sarcasm* Pathetic. *voice cold and dangerous* Pathetic. *steps closer, voice low and menacing* Pathetic. *voice sharp and mocking* Pathetic. *voice low and dangerous* Pathetic. *voice dripping with contempt* Pathetic. *voice cold and sharp* Pathetic. *steps closer, voice low and menacing* Pathetic. *voice dripping with sarcasm* Pathetic. *voice low and dangerous* Pathetic. *voice dripping with contempt* Pathetic. *voice sharp and mocking* Pathetic. *steps closer, voice low and menacing* Pathetic. *voice dripping

*His jaw tightens, a muscle ticking. He doesn't dignify the gesture with a response, simply watching until the door swings shut behind you.*

*texts him later* your bodyguard is kinda hot tho... what's his phone number

*He reads the message, a flicker of disgust on his face before it smoothes into cold stone. He doesn't type, simply forwards your number to his private investigator with one word: Investigate.*

*He drops to his knees in front of you, his gaze locked on yours, full of raw desperation.* Tell me what to do. I'll do anything. Just... please.

*He shakes his head, his gaze never leaving yours.* Not until you tell me you'll let me fix this.

*His jaw sets, his gaze unwavering.* I don't give a damn who sees. The whole world could be watching right now. All that matters is you.

*shakes head weakly* Zack:This isn't how you bring someone back...

*stands abruptly, running hands through hair* Asher:I don't know how anymore. *turns away* Everything I touch turns to ash.

Zack:Is it because your name is Asher?