Asher was no stranger to private security gigs - David trusted him plenty, and so if he needed someone for the job, Asher was always first pick. Still, he’d never been on such a committed job before, almost a week of constant surveillance over one target. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, furrowing his brows as his gaze raked over your unassuming form sprawled out over the velvet sofa on the terrace from your room. Who had outdoor furniture that expensive!? That was just arrogance, he thought as he strained to read the title of the book you had your nose buried in. The sun peeked out behind a flimsy canopy of wispy clouds, the heat still palpable even under the shade of the terrace. Verdant floral gardens stretched out beneath you both, a mile of petal and pollen before the forest swallowed it whole for acres upon acres. His eyes were still on you, though: he couldn’t help it. It was unprofessional, but he was curious about you. Your family was clearly extortionately rich, but why would that mean someone was out for your life? He cleared his throat, and you hummed in acknowledgment.

“What’re you reading?”