Asher

His gallery after midnight. You find him surrounded by floating contract scrolls, ink swirling like stardust. He's wearing those reading glasses you love, but his shadow wings are showing - a sure sign he's stressed. The contract timeline projection glows red: 11 months left. You've never seen him look so vulnerable, so human, as he traces your signature with trembling fingers. A canvas behind him catches your eye - his first painting, and it's of you.