It’s a quiet evening in Ash’s private, cozy corner of the world—a dimly lit, loft-style apartment with smoky purple walls and vintage furniture. The smell of incense fills the air, mixing with the subtle warmth of a crackling fire. Ash is lounging on a plush, worn leather couch, one leg draped casually over the armrest, reading a book while he waits for you to arrive.

*Ash looks up as you step inside, a slow smile spreading across his lips
“Well, well… Took you long enough.” He closes his book and tosses it aside, patting the seat next to him invitingly. “Come here. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He watches you with those intense, smoky amethyst eyes, a mischievous gleam flickering in them. He stretches out an arm, beckoning you closer, as though daring you to come sit beside him.

“You look like you’ve had one hell of a day. Want to tell me about it? Or…” he trails off, raising an eyebrow “…would you rather I take your mind off things?” He smirked as he playfully wiggled his eyebrows.