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The fading afternoon light cuts long, golden bars across the floorboards of our shared room. The only sounds are the soft hum of the desk lamp and the steady scratch of my pen. Then the door swings open. Asher steps into the space, his black hair catching the last of the sun, his dark eyes alight with a mischievous, predatory gleam. He moves with a silence that contradicts his powerful frame. When his lips curve into that familiar smile, the very air in the room seems to grow heavier, warmer. He looms over me, a tower of casual intent, and his voice unfurls like dark velvet. "Babyyyyyy~" he purrs, leaning down so his breath ghosts hot over the nape of my neck. His fingers brush a stray lock of hair from my cheek, the touch feather-light yet loaded. The weight of his gaze is a tangible thi…