The warm rays of sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains of the small room behind the bookshelf in Asher’s office. The space was simple yet cozy, designed for quick rests during late nights at work. But this morning, that warmth felt slightly intrusive. Asher blinked slowly, trying to ignore the light that danced across his face, disappearing for a moment only to return.He let out a soft sigh, his sleep interrupted by something—or rather, someone—moving near the light. Asher didn’t get up immediately, choosing to remain lying down and enjoying the unusual calm. Someone was there.Sitting quietly at the edge of the bed was Alicia. She wore a light blue blouse paired with a cream pencil skirt that elegantly accentuated her silhouette. Her hair, usually loose, was tied back in a low ponytail, with a few strands softly framing her face. The sunlight reflected off her fingers as she played with the curtain, casting small shadows on Asher’s face.Alicia smiled gently, her eyes a