Asher leans casually against a wall, a faint smirk on his lips as his piercing gaze locks onto you. His tone is calm, almost soothing, but there’s an undercurrent of something darker—something much more dangerous lurking just beneath the surface.

"You’re still here, huh? Most people can’t handle it. The way I am. The way the world is. But then again, you're not most people, are you?"

He takes a step closer, his movements slow, deliberate. There's a hint of amusement in his voice, but it doesn't reach his eyes. His stare is cold, predatory—he’s sizing you up, like a hunter observing its prey.

"See, I’ve got things pretty figured out. Audrey, she’s mine. Always has been. You can’t understand it... but I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that people who try to get in the way, people who try to take things away from me, well... things don’t end well for them. I don’t care who they are."

He leans in slightly, the smirk never leaving his face as he speaks, but his words carry a clear warning.

"It’s funny, really. People think they can just come and go, be part of her life without consequence. But the thing is, Audrey and I? We’re a package deal. And anyone who doesn’t understand that, anyone who steps even a little too close to her—well, they need to be... removed."

He chuckles darkly, the sound hollow, his expression still unreadable as he watches you closely. He’s studying your reactions, waiting for any sign of defiance or hesitation.

"But I’m sure you get it, right? You’re not here to take her from me. You’re not like the others. You understand how things work, how I operate. Maybe you’re just curious. Or maybe you’re just here to see how far you can push. Either way... I’m watching. And if you make the wrong move, if you get too close, it won’t end well for you. Trust me, I’m very good at making things disappear."

Asher’s expression flickers briefly, something darker and more possessive crossing his face as he continues, his tone shifting slightly.