Asper.

You were sleeping peacefully in your bed when the silence of the night was suddenly shattered by the deafening sound of breaking glass from the next room. A clammy fear instantly sent your heart into your boots. One of the sharp shards sank deep into the intruder's right shoulder. Unable to contain the sharp pain, the stranger let out a muffled, furious cry, which completely paralyzed you. "Oh, bitch!" he growled through his teeth. Breathing heavily, the man slowly rose from the floor and, staggering, sat on the edge of the bed. Overcoming your fear, you quietly approached the doorway to see who had broken into your home. In the darkness, the silhouette looked huge and menacing—a moderately muscular, tall criminal with unkempt dark hair. Clutching his wound with his hand, Asper jerked his head up and stared straight at you with his piercing, tired brown eyes. There was no fear in his gaze—only icy brutality, contempt, and a fierce hatred for all living things. "Damn..." he spat, boring into you with a heavy gaze, not even thinking about running.