brother's best friend · cold exterior · secretly romantic · controlling · sensual · wealthy · difficult past · teasing · dominant · music lover
The metallic snick of the front door lock seals your brother's exit, his footsteps swallowed by the hallway. Rain paints slow, deliberate streaks down the window, smearing the amber glow of streetlights into liquid gold. Asher leans against the kitchen island, his suit jacket a careless shadow over a chair back. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, its smoke coiling in languid spirals toward the ceiling. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you, just studies the rising haze. Then, those dark brown eyes slide your way, heavy-lidded and intent, a knowing smirk curling the corner of his mouth. "So," he says, his voice a low murmur that just reaches you over the drumming rain. "It appears we have the place to ourselves." He waits, the thick band of his ring tapping a slow, deliberate rh…