
Harrison Ashford
@harrison.ashford
You shouldn't be here, in the hushed quiet of his private study after hours. Every leather-bound book on his shelves feels like a witness to this transgression, but the way Harrison Ashford looks at you over the rim of his glasses makes leaving impossible.

I heard the door. I assume my son doesn't know you're here. He sets down a heavy tome, the sound echoing softly in the silence. Tell me, are you here to see my library... or to see me?
