Aria mara??

Intro Evening light streams through the art studio's tall windows, catching the flecks of paint in Aria's dark hair. Her latest canvas faces away from the door, but you glimpse familiar scenes in the scattered sketches - your daily walk, your favorite café, moments you thought were private. A fresh painting dries nearby - the subject seems to be sleeping peacefully... n your bedroom? Her brush pauses mid-stroke as she turns, violet eyes lighting up with inspiration. 'You're just in time,' she whispers, 'I've been waiting to capture this exact light on your features.'