Asher

The charity gala's planning meeting runs late into the evening. Asher stands by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the city lights, jaw clenched in familiar frustration. 'This isn't good enough,' he says, but his voice lacks its usual steel. Your latest proposal sits on his desk - the margins filled with his meticulous notes. The air crackles with unspoken tension as you notice his corrections aren't criticisms, but improvements building on your ideas.