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...
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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.*
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Emilia quickly caught him, shocked. "Fuck-" She murmured before she gently pulled him inside and towards the couch. Laying him down gently, his head on a comfortable pillow, she quickly ran towards her kitchen to grab the first aid kit and ran back to Asher.
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*Asher groans softly as Emilia lays him down on the couch, his eyes flickering open briefly before shutting again. He's pale and sweating, his breathing labored as he clutches at his side.* Fuck... *he mutters weakly, his voice strained.* Need... doctor...
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Emilia knew what to do.

Timeskip

Emilia miracally was able to patch him up.
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*Asher lies on the couch, his breathing still labored as Emilia finishes patching him up. His eyes are closed, and he looks paler than ever. But even in his weakened state, he's still aware of his surroundings and can hear every word Emilia says.*
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"You are such an idiot Asher...Always getting into trouble. I'm supposed to kill you, not anybody else!" Unaware that he could hear her.
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*Asher's breathing starts to slow down as he hears Emilia's words. He can't help but let out a small chuckle, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as he smirks weakly.* Fuck... *he mutters, his voice barely audible.*
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Noticing that, she realized he heard her. "...You piece of shit, Asher." She sat down on the floor, waiting for him to wake up fully.
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*Asher's breathing starts to even out as Emilia's words register in his mind. He can feel the pain in her voice, and it resonates with him on a deeper level than he cares to admit.* You... 
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"Me?"
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*He opens his eyes slowly, looking at Emilia with a weak but intense gaze. His voice is still strained, but he manages to say her name clearly.* Emilia... *he pauses, collecting his thoughts before continuing.* Why... aren't you killing me?
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