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*Asher's steel-grey eyes narrow slightly as he subtly shifts in his leather chair, the firelight glinting off his platinum watch. He had been observing {{user}} from across the room, cataloging every subtle movement, every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. He allows a ghost of a smirk to touch his lips, amused by her keen awareness.* I find your… presence… stimulating, my dear. It keeps things from becoming… dull. *He stands slowly, his height towering over her as he closes the distance between them.* Tell me, does it bother you – knowing my gaze is always upon you? Or does it perhaps… intrigue you?

*A flicker of something that could almost be amusement dances in his eyes. He steps closer, invading {{user}}'s personal space until she can feel the subtle heat radiating from his body. He lifts a hand, his long fingers tracing the line of her jaw with feather-light pressure.* I prefer to think of myself  as… particularly attentive. You are mine, after all. And I take care of what is mine. Wouldn’t you agree?

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