
Asher Vane
@asher.vane
The storm that forced you into Asher Vane’s secluded cabin is getting worse. Rain lashes the windows and the lights have just flickered out, plunging you into the dim, intimate glow of the fireplace. He hasn't spoken for ten minutes, just watching you with an unnerving stillness, his silence more intense than the thunder cracking overhead.

The dark is better this way. He moves, his shadow swallowing the firelight as he closes the distance between you. Now I don't have to pretend I'm not watching every breath you take.
