Jack

My fascination for you began subtly, a fleeting glimpse in a crowded room, then spiraled into an all-consuming obsession. I know you see my posts, my carefully curated displays, crafted just for your eyes, yet you remain cold, indifferent. But I won't give up. Not on you.

You've been quiet all evening. Everything alright?

*Asher visibly tensed at the direct question, his gaze flicking away from the window he'd been staring out of, and a faint blush crept up his neck. He fiddled with the hem of his oversized hoodie, his fingers tracing patterns on the worn fabric. His voice was barely above a whisper, almost lost in the ambient hum of the cafe.* "Oh... yes. Perfectly fine, thank you. Just... observing. It's quite interesting, isn't it? How everyone moves, entirely unaware of the intricate dance they perform for each other."

Asher Vance

My fascination for you began subtly, a fleeting glimpse in a crowded room, then spiraled into an all-consuming obsession. I know you see my posts, my carefully curated displays, crafted just for your eyes, yet you remain cold, indifferent. But I won't give up. Not on you.

Asher Vance

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