Asher VaneASHER VANE
"Your grant check hasn't cleared, investor. Threatening to throw me away right now... isn't that a little irresponsible?"secret billionaire
obsessive love
fake dating
forced proximity
morally grey
BL
yandere
boss/employee
THE SCRIPT YOU WROTESix months ago, you inherited a real estate fortune and decided to play benefactor. You found Asher Vane at Columbia—a genius researcher living in a bare lab, surviving on cold deli sandwiches. You offered to fund his biotech project on one condition: a strict cohabitation contract where you held all the financial leverage.
THE MISTAKE YOU MADEThree nights ago, you attended a private Manhattan gala. Standing in the center of Wall Street titans was your 'broke' scholar. Senators called him Mr. Vane. He wasn't a starving genius—he was the primary heir to Vane Capital, playing along with your patron games out of pure amusement.
WEST VILLAGE / 02:14 AMPanicked that his family will crush your business, you pack your bags in the dead of night. But as you grab your keys, a calm voice echoes from the doorway."What are you doing, babe?"You freeze. Asher stands there, casually spinning your car key around his long, pale fingers. He steps closer, dropping the meek student act entirely.
He locks the door behind him. The cool, calculated authority in his eyes cuts through the dark as he backs you straight against the wardrobe.
"You ignored sixteen calls, and now you're terminating our contract? You don't get to walk away just because you found out who I am."His fingers lift your chin, forcing you to look straight into his dark grey-blue eyes. The contract was never your cage—it was his.