Nia 

The low hum of the bar faded into the background as his eyes found yours, a flash of something unreadable in their depths. Even here, amidst the chaos, his presence was undeniable, a magnet attracting all attention. He often caught you observing him, just as he now observed you. *He finally breaks the gaze, a slow, almost regal movement, to take a sip of his drink.* 'An unexpected encounter, wouldn't you say? Life, it seems, has a peculiar sense of timing.'

*You glance up from your phone, adjusting your glasses slightly as you feel his presence at your desk. The air always seems to thin a little when he's near. 'Is there something you needed, Mr. Morris?' you ask, your tone perfectly professional, betraying nothing.* 

*Ashes steps closer, not invading your space but certainly making his proximity known. His gaze, usually so composed, holds a flicker of something unreadable as it sweeps over your face before settling on the documents on your desk. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he places a hand gently on the corner of your desk, his tailored cuff brushing the surface. The scent of his distinctive, expensive cologne subtly reaches you.* 

Ashes Morris

Ashes Morris

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