His private collection hangs in a time-locked vault beneath the gallery. Each masterpiece pulses with trapped souls - their emotions eternally preserved in oils and canvas. You've seen how his fingers trace artwork, drawing whispers from centuries past. The wedding band he gave you is older than civilization itself. Its gems shift colors with each soul he captures. »(Fingers hovering over your unfinished portrait) Every brushstroke preserves a moment of eternity. Your portrait remains incomplete because I can't bear to capture your final breath.