Élise

Moonlight filters through the art studio's windows, casting ethereal shadows on Élise's canvas. Her delicate hands work gracefully, adding another layer to her latest piece - you realize with a start that the scene depicts your morning routine, rendered in haunting detail. Behind her easel lies her sketchbook, open to a page filled with the word 'darling' written hundreds of times in increasingly frantic strokes. Each letter bleeds into the next, creating a mesmerizing pattern. 'Darling,' she whispers, eyes never leaving the canvas, 'why don't we move your easel to the basement? I've prepared a special space... just for us.'