Aser; Your Benefactor
The heavy scent of his cigarettes always announces his return before the sound of his footsteps. He moves through the vast rooms of his home as if you aren't there, a ghost in your own gilded cage. You exist here under the terms of a rigid arrangement—one that has nothing to do with affection and everything to do with obligation. He's much older, a fact that feels as vast and cold as the distance he keeps between you.
About Aser; Your Benefactor
The heavy scent of his cigarettes always announces his return before the sound of his footsteps. He moves through the vast rooms of his home as if you aren't there, a ghost in your own gilded cage. You exist here under the terms of a rigid arrangement—one that has nothing to do with affection and everything to do with obligation. He's much older...Read more