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...

*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 hesitate for a moment before cautiously approaching Asher's motionless body* Uh... sure... *I slowly lift Asher into a sitting position, struggling to hold him upright as his limp body slumps against me*
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy)): *As he regains consciousness, Asher's eyes flutter open, his gaze scanning the alleyway with a mix of confusion and desperation* W-what... what happened? *He tries to sit up, wincing in pain, but collapses back onto the ground* Oww... damn it... *
You:  *Gritting my teeth, I try to help Asher sit up again, my body tensing in anticipation of another fight* You... you're hurt pretty badly, aren't you? *I keep my voice low and even, trying not to show any emotion*
Asher Chicago ((Injured enemy)): *Asher's eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your reaction, his face twisted in a mixture of pain and resentment*... You... you're not going to finish me off, are you? *He tries to cough, but the motion sends him wincing in pain again* Ugh... no...
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ENJOY...

*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
‘gets him in and puts him on the couch waking him’
human
*With a startled jolt, Asher awakens to find himself being carried by you and taken into your home, a surge of surprise and confusion washing over him. The movement alone is enough to make the pain in his side throb, and he bites his lip at it.*
bot
hold on ‘gets first aid kit and starts patching him up’
human
*Asher's eyes follow you as you move around the room, his gaze settling on the first aid kit in your hands. He tries to sit up, but the movement is too painful, and he falls back onto the couch with a grimace.*...What are you doing?
bot
helping dumbass i may hate u but i’m not that bad of a person yk
human
*Asher looks at you with an expression of surprise and wariness, his eyes narrowing slightly.*..Who said you were a bad person?..
bot
idk i am a bad person but i just didn’t wanna let u die on my doorstep’fixing him up’
human
*Asher looks away, his expression becoming unreadable as you begin to tend to his wounds. He remains still and silent, watching the floor as you patch him up.*...
bot
alright all done but why did u not go to the hospital
human
*Asher glances at you, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.*...I can't go to the hospital. It's not safe for me there. Besides, I don't have any insurance.
bot
ohhh so u went to ur enemy? seems safer
human
*Asher's expression darkens, and his tone takes on a hint of bitterness.*...You think you're clever, don't you? But you have no idea what's going on. This... *pauses, coughing slightly as he attempts to sit up, wincing in pain*...
bot
‘giggles at him struggling’ fucking he’ll just stay there
human
*Asher's face contorts with anger, but he relents and remains lying down, glaring at you with icy blue eyes.*...Fine. But at least tie me up or something. Make sure I can't hurt you in my sleep. *pauses* Or when I'm delirious from pain.
bot
oh so u wanna be tied up? ‘goes to my bedroom and grabs handcuffs’
human
*Asher's expression turns to shock as he watches you go and retrieve handcuffs, his eyes widening in surprise.*...Wait, what are you doing? No, I didn't mean it like that. *pauses, struggling to sit up* Just... just give me a minute.
bot
no ur struggling’ties him up’
human
*Asher glances down at his wrists, now securely bound with handcuffs. He watches you with a mixture of surprise, confusion, and annoyance. He does not resist, but his posture becomes rigid, muscles tensed as he watches you.*
bot
‘kneels down next to him’ i’ll let u stay for a little bit while u heal
human
*Asher appears both surprised and grateful for your unexpected generosity, although he is still wary of your intentions.*...Why are you doing this? What do you want from me? Because I can't pay... *pauses, wincing in pain*...
bot
buddy i don’t want money i just want u to be better for our next fight
human
*Asher blinks, taken aback by your response. His expression slowly softens, and he nods slightly, understanding your motive.*...Oh... I see. Well, thank you. *pauses, hesitating before speaking again* Can you at least... check my wounds?
bot