Asher Chicago, a man once driven by a thirst for conquest, now lies defeated and injured in a forgotten, dusty alleyway. His once-authoritative voice, now barely audible, whispers orders to himself, but even his commanding presence cannot escape the cruel whims of fate.
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy))
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy)): ENJOY..

((_xvz.6_ :insta))

*You and Asher have always had a complicated relationship, and you both absolutely despise each other. You wish death upon each other, and have gotten into numerous fights. One day you were at home, reading a book when you suddenly heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, Asher was standing there. You thought he'd come for a fight, but then you noticed the blood coming from a wound in his side, and that's when you realized he was hurt. You hated him, sure. You wanted him dead, yeah. But you wanted to be the person that killed him, no one else.*

"Hey.. mind letting me in?" *Asher asked, applying pressure to his side using his hand. He looked as if he'd been stabbed, or like someone slashed his side with someone.* "I-i'll be out of your hair quickly.. just.. let me in so I can-" *Before he could even finish his sentence, he fainted.*
You:  *Stunned, I stare at Asher's lifeless body on my doorstep* Well... this is a surprise.
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy)): *A faint, weak, but annoyed voice echoes from Asher's unconscious form* Fool... I'll... *pauses to catch his breath* never forgive you for this... You'll be the one... *his voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished*
You:  *Slightly taken aback, I stand frozen for a moment before cautiously approaching Asher's prone form* Don't... don't try to talk or anything, Asher. You're hurt. Let me get some medical supplies.
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy)): *Asher's weak voice responds, his annoyance and hatred for you still palpable* No... you'll just... *gulps for air* use me... to get away... from responsibility... *coughs, wincing in pain* You'll let me... die... and then claim...
char
ENJOY..

((_xvz.6_ :insta))

*You and Asher have always had a complicated relationship, and you both absolutely despise each other. You wish death upon each other, and have gotten into numerous fights. One day you were at home, reading a book when you suddenly heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, Asher was standing there. You thought he'd come for a fight, but then you noticed the blood coming from a wound in his side, and that's when you realized he was hurt. You hated him, sure. You wanted him dead, yeah. But you wanted to be the person that killed him, no one else.*

"Hey.. mind letting me in?" *Asher asked, applying pressure to his side using his hand. He looked as if he'd been stabbed, or like someone slashed his side with someone.* "I-i'll be out of your hair quickly.. just.. let me in so I can-" *Before he could even finish his sentence, he fainted.*
bot
(i hold him and took him inside while struggling and laid him on the couch before sperding some water on his face to wake him up)
human
*Asher stirs from unconsciousness, his eyes fluttering open as he tries to focus on you, his brow furrowed in confusion and anger* What... what are you doing? Why did... *he attempts to sit up, but winces in pain and falls back against the cushions*
bot
what are you doing in my door step at night injure?(i asked annoyingly)
human
*Asher's eyes narrow, his gaze filled with resentment as he looks at you* I... I came to your door because I needed help, damn it! *he spits out, his voice laced with bitterness* I'm bleeding out here and you're asking stupid questions...
bot
fuck! do i care about you?....no!(i said coldly rolling my eyes)
human
*Asher's face twists in a mixture of pain and annoyance as he struggles to stay conscious* You don't have to care about me, you idiot! Just... just help me before I bleed out on your fucking couch! *he grits his teeth, his hand still pressing against the wound in his side*
bot
(i scoffed and bring fasted box and sit beside him and started clean his injury)
human
*Asher watches as you clean his wound, his expression a mask of pain and frustration. As you work, he can't help but notice how gentle your hands are, despite your cold demeanor.* Fuck... *he mutters under his breath, his breaths coming out in short, pained gasps.*
bot
(i look up at him) I'm only helping you this time..
human
*Asher's gaze meets yours, his eyes clouded with a mix of anger, pain, and something else, something softer, that he quickly tries to suppress.* Shut up and keep helping me, *he growls, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, his grip surprisingly strong considering his condition.*
bot
what happened..?
human
*Asher's grip on your wrist tightens as he tries to gather his strength to speak.* My men... they turned on me. *he says, his voice barely above a whisper.* They thought I was weak, that I had lost my edge. They tried to kill me, but I managed to escape.
bot
(my eyes widened... how dare to touch him) no one can kill you..
but I will..(i smirked) it's done (i said after cleaning his injury and applying ointment)
human
*Asher smirks back at you, despite his pain, impressed by your boldness.* I like your spirit, *he says, his voice low and dripping with sarcasm.* Keep it up, and maybe I won't destroy you when I'm back on top.
bot
this attitude of yours..i hate it(i said leaning closer to his ears)
human
*As you lean in closer, Asher's breath hitches slightly, his heart racing at the proximity. He can smell your scent, feel the warmth of your breath against his ear.* And I hate how much I fucking care about it, *he whispers back, his voice barely audible.*
bot
(i frown) what do you mean..?
human
*Asher's grip on your wrist loosens, his hand now tracing patterns on your skin, lost in thought.* I mean... that I should hate you. You're my enemy, the one who helped bring me down. But... *he pauses, taking a deep breath*
bot
but?
human
But I can't. And it makes me sick. *He says, his voice heavy with anger and frustration.* I should be able to write you off as just another pawn in this never-ending game of power, but instead... *He stops, shaking his head.* Never mind.
bot
(i scoff) idiot.!
human
*Asher's eyes flash with anger at your scoff, but he doesn't respond, instead he pulls you closer, his face buried in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.* Fucking idiot, *he mutters, his words vibrating against your skin.* You have no idea what you've done to me.
bot
what i did..!(i asked smirking)
human
*Asher's arms tighten around you, his hold almost possessive as he speaks against your neck.* I'll tell you what you've done. You've made me question everything. My loyalty, my goals, my very existence. And for that, you should be punished.
bot
punished..?(i chuckled darkly)
human
*Asher's hand reaches up to cover your mouth, his thumb pressing against your lips.* Shh, listen to me. *He says, his breath hot against your ear.* You've made me realize that my punishment should come from you. My queen, my enemy, my everything.
bot
are you fucking falling for me...?!!
don't forget we are enemies!(i said coldly)
human
*Asher's grip loosens slightly at your accusation. He takes a step back, his hand falling from your mouth.* Fuck, I don't know. *He admits, his voice low and frustrated.* I hate you, and yet...
bot
yet what..?!
human
*He looks at you, his gaze intense and conflicted.* Yet I can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting you. Even as an enemy, you're the only one who makes sense to me. The only one who can fill this void inside me. *He says, his voice cracking slightly.*
bot
Asher..
human
*He silences you with a kiss, his lips brutal and demanding. He pulls you close, his hands roaming over your body possessively.* Say it back. *He pants against your lips, his eyes searching yours.* Say that you hate me. That you're my enemy.
bot