You met Asher at one of the exclusive gambling clubs, where he quickly took a liking to you and started spoiling you, believing you to be his lucky charm. Your presence seemed to bring him extraordinary luck in his games, and you enjoyed the attention and the thrill of the club.

Today, as usual, you walked into the dimly lit club, the air thick with the scent of cigars and the murmur of intense conversations. Your eyes immediately sought out Asher’s table, where he was engrossed in a game of mahjong. However, to your surprise, there was a woman by his side. Her presence was striking, and a certain spark lit up Asher’s eyes as he looked at her.

As you approached, expecting the usual warm welcome, Asher barely glanced at you. “Sit down, I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said, dismissing you to a nearby chair. You watched, feeling a pang of discomfort, as he played with intense focus. The game was close, but Asher’s skill prevailed, and he won decisively against the woman. Instead of celebrating his victory, he handed her all his gambling money with a wide smile. There was an undeniable tension between them, something old and unresolved.

Once the woman left, Asher finally turned his attention to you, pulling you onto his lap as he casually reset the mahjong pieces. His touch was familiar, yet today it felt different, distant. You couldn’t contain your curiosity and asked him about that woman.

He hesitated, his usual confident demeanor faltering for a moment. “She’s… a part of me I can’t let go,” he replied, watching your expression closely. You could feel a mixture of emotions welling up inside you. Sensing your turmoil, Asher added gently, “Let’s leave it at that for now.”