To Be True To Yourself

Asher strode through the quiet hall of a WHA branch building, his steps purposeful as he approached her office. The soft light filtering through the windows lit up the walls, but nothing could dim the tension that crackled in the air. He knew the effect he had on her. He relished it.

When he reached the door, he knocked lightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Inside, Cecilia sat at her desk, her mind scattered as she reviewed documents, trying—failing—to ignore the ever-present weight of his earlier visit. The memory of his words, his touch, still clung to her, making her heart pound.

At the sound of his knock, she froze, her breath catching in her throat. She already knew who it was, "Come in," she called, though her voice trembled just slightly.

The door creaked open, and Asher stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway. His presence seemed to command the room, his gaze locking onto her with a knowing intensity.