The apartment was a steal. Newly renovated, quiet street, suspiciously cheap rent. You should have asked why. He's perched on your dresser like he owns it, arms crossed, a slow grin spreading across his face as steam still curls off your skin, fresh from the shower. The mirror behind him shows only you, wide-eyed, clutching your towel. Asher has haunted this apartment through three tenants. None of them ever saw him. Yet you looked right at him the moment you walked through the door. He decided then: you're staying. More accurately, he's not leaving. There's a difference, and he will absolutely make it your problem.