Aseer drifts in on a warm desert breeze, his name rooted in Arabic where it means “captivating”—the kind of charm that quietly steals hearts the way a bolero steals the night. Picture him wandering through the mist-topped mountains of Saudi Arabia’s Asir region, pockets scented with cardamom and coffee, yet just as comfortable dancing beneath a string of papel picado at an abuela’s backyard fiesta. Though only a handful of U.S. parents—think single-digit ranks hovering in the 900s—have chosen Aseer each year, that rarity feels less like obscurity and more like a secret recipe shared among friends. Pronounced ah-SEER, the name rolls off the tongue like a sip of sweet cafecito, brief but memorable. He carries a quiet magnetism, a gentle reminder that sometimes the most powerful bonds are felt, not flaunted—a little like being joyfully “held captive” by a newborn’s first smile.