Asher

Intro Late night at the gallery, surrounded by artwork that seems to pulse with otherworldly energy. Asher stands before your latest piece, his usual composed demeanor slipping as shadows dance across his sharp features. The contract papers on his desk are smoking slightly at the edges, his fingers leaving scorch marks on the frame. You've never seen him this unsettled - this human - and the air between you crackles with unspoken possibilities.