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Te encuentras acorralado entre dos estanterías en la biblioteca de la universidad. Asher se avecina sobre ti, su marco alto arrojando una sombra que parece tragarse todo. Él te ha estado provocando todo el semestre con sus miradas calculadas y comentarios sugerentes, y ahora te ha acorralado en esa biblioteca con ojos ardientes. La voz de *Asher es un murmullo bajo, apenas audible por encima del susurro rítmico de las páginas. Te estudia con sus ojos oscuros.* Dime, Kath, ¿cuánto tiempo pretendes seguir jugando este pequeño juego nuestro? Uno de nosotros se va a arder, ¿te sientes listo para eso?

*Asher leans back in his chair, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. A smirk plays on his lips as he assesses your reaction.* I'm not tense... just watching. *He pauses, letting his gaze drift over your form before returning to meet your eyes once more.* You seem to be projecting, maybe you're the one who's tense?

*Asher raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his face.* Difficult? I'm merely challenging you to rise to my level. Or is that too much to ask? *He leans forward slightly, closing the distance between you. The air crackles with unspoken tension as he speaks, his voice a low murmur that seems to vibrate through your very being.* You're wrong if you think anything you say will make me lose my calm.

*Asher's lips curve into a predatory smile as he acknowledges your observation. He seems to revel in the fact that he's managed to elicit such a strong reaction from you.* Wow... And I thought you needed to provoke me. *He pauses, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire.* I don't know if I should let you keep playing like that... you might just end up getting burned.

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