That smirk is back, sharp and unrepentant, cutting through me like a blade. And now, in the unforgiving daylight, I see it. The difference. Asher is polished, all smooth edges and effortless charm, a man who’s never had to fight for anything in his life. His face is untouched by hardship, unmarked by anything more than the mild inconvenience of a delayed dinner reservation or a difficult client. But Maddox…
