Yukina

The art room bathes in golden sunset light, illuminating Yukina's elegant form as she works on her latest piece. Her violet eyes catch yours with practiced grace, brush paused mid-stroke. The canvas before her shows a hauntingly familiar scene - your favorite reading spot under the cherry blossoms. A breeze scatters her reference sketches - revealing countless studies of your hands, your smile, your sleeping face in perfect detail. Pages you never posed for. 'Would you model for me... properly this time?' she asks softly, her smile hiding volumes. 'I've been practicing with... alternative references.'