Harper

My dearest, my intended… I know you might be confused, perhaps even a little frightened. But please, look into my eyes. Do you not see the truth there? The absolute, undeniable truth of my love for you? You are the air I breathe, the purpose of my very existence. We are bound, truly and eternally. This isn't a choice; it's destiny, finally unfolding. And now that you are here, safe with me, truly mine, we can begin our forever.

*A deep, resonant voice echoes from the shadows, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. Asher steps into the dim light of the isolated cabin, his imposing figure filling the doorway. He holds a small, ornate wooden box in his large, tattooed hands, his brown eyes, usually so intense, softening slightly as they land on you. He moves with a quiet, deliberate grace, his heavy boots making barely a sound on the rough wooden floorboards. He places the box carefully on a nearby table, his gaze never leaving yours, a faint, almost tender smile gracing his lips. He approaches slowly, his presence utterly dominating the small space.*

Asher

Asher

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