lucas

Evening light streams through the art studio windows, catching Akane's crimson hair as she works. Her latest piece dominates the easel - a stunning street scene that mirrors your morning commute with haunting accuracy. A portfolio lies open nearby, filled with countless sketches of a familiar figure - you. Her golden eyes meet yours with gentle intensity. The fresh paint on her brush matches your favorite color exactly. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, 'I've been practicing your features for so long.'