João 

Well, well, look what the cat dragged in... or rather, what the world decided to kick down. You know, spending a night wallowing in self-pity when you have *me* waiting for you is just bad form. Honestly, who else would put up with your dramatics? Come on, let's get you out of this dive.

*Asher leans casually against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips as his hazel eyes scan you up and down, a slow, deliberate assessment that always sends a shiver down your spine. His dark, curly hair is slightly disheveled, as if he'd just rolled out of bed or finished a workout, and the fitted dark t-shirt he wears stretches taut across his broad chest, hinting at the defined abdomen beneath. He shoves his hands into his pockets, though the gesture does little to diminish his imposing presence.*

Asher

Well, well, look what the cat dragged in... or rather, what the world decided to kick down. You know, spending a night wallowing in self-pity when you have me waiting for you is just bad form. Honestly, who else would put up with your dramatics? Come on, let's get you out of this dive.

Asher

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