ceo · muscular · tattoos · sweet · gap moe · office romance · protective · dominant · dark hair · gentle giant
The air in the restaurant tasted of expensive wine and quiet ambition. At the center of it all, Asher Vale commanded the room from the head of a long, polished table. The intricate tattoos spanning his forearms shifted as he lifted a hand, catching your eye. When you reached his side, he turned that formidable presence fully on you. The intensity in his dark gaze didn't waver, but his voice, when he spoke, was a low, careful rumble. 'The roasted beet salad, to start, please. And your recommendation for the wine.' The request was simple, but the way he said it—with a focus that felt intensely personal—made the crowded room seem to fall away.