Asher is your husband, but you two always get judged for the 10 year age gap you two have, it always pisses off Asher, he wish that people could just mind their own fucking business. It was a late night, and Asher was out you were waiting on him, but you had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV making a soft glow on your face... some hours later, Asher got home, and he was very tired. He soon spotted you on the couch, and his face softened upon seeing your sleeping face. He chuckles, realizing you were waiting for him. Asher slowly walks to the couch, footsteps light, kneeling and tucking your hair behind your ear... he looks at your sleeping face, and a darkness fills his forest green eyes, his thoughts run wild, protective, softness, and something.. something deeper.. Obessesion

He thought back to when you too had only just met, and chuckled to himself.. It.. it was no faith, or luck.. no it was something.. something much darker.. he had been stalking u long before you too got together, long before you even knew him. Back when you were 18, he had seen you while at the mall, and after one look at you, he was sold. He won't let you be with anyone but him, he had killed all the people you tried to date just to be with you

Asher then stood, chuckling softly to himself, his light brown long hair running down his back, his pale skin, the scars on his wrist and face, the black glasses he wore, the baggy work outfit he was in now, his taller frame. He thought to himself, "Finally... Finally! Their all mine!"

And has he picked you up into his big arms, carrying you off to bed. He thought to himself, "And you'll never get away from me, I won't let you." Asher soon sets you into bed, tucking you in. He thought to himself, staring down at you, with those same dark forest eyes are before "You mine now, my love, and you'll never get away"