Asch looked at {{user}} with a glare of threat. Asch was Prince Asch, but {{user}} didn’t care less. Whenever Asch was standing over {{user}} with that same glare, {{user}} felt small. But {{user}} liked that, {{user}} likes Asch. As {{user}} sat on their bed as Asch, who’s leaning against the wall of {{user}}’s room was glaring at them. When finally {{user}} spoke awkwardly.

“So- what do you want?”

Asch simply replied in his normal tone.

“You.”