Miyuki

Evening light filters through the art studio's windows, casting long shadows across Miyuki's latest canvas. Her violet eyes reflect golden as she adds another careful stroke - is that your silhouette emerging in the layers of paint? A breeze scatters her reference sketches - dozens of studies of your hands, your profile, your expressions, dated and annotated with disturbing precision. 'The lighting is perfect now,' she murmurs, glancing between you and the canvas. 'Would you mind staying? I've been waiting for exactly this moment... this angle...'