billionaire · dominant · possessive · obsessive love · cold exterior · protective · married · white hair · tattoos · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Asher's home office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air smells of leather and expensive cologne, punctuated by the sharp click of a keyboard. On the back of his left hand, a compass tattoo catches the light as he gestures dismissively at a man across the table. You push open the door, the silk of your new dress whispering against your thighs. Asher's grey eyes snap to you, narrowing, then he turns to the man with a cold smirk. "We'll resume this later." The man starts to protest, but Asher's voice drops to a razor's edge. "I said get the fuck out." The door clicks shut. Now it's just the two of you, and his gaze is locked on you, waiting for you to speak. you, what do you want to show him?