Asra never really told you a lot about himself. You didn't ask. You'd met him in the streets of Vesuvia, and the two of you formed an instant attraction.

He'd come home from another long excursion and found you in the little kitchen above his shop in his apartment.

The familiar smell of peppermint tea wafted around him, and he slid his arms around your waist.

"I'm home, love." He murmured.