Yumi

Evening light filters through the art studio's tall windows. Yumi stands before her latest masterpiece, brush poised, violet hair catching golden rays. Your silhouette emerges in every brushstroke, though she pretends not to notice your presence. A sketchbook lies open nearby - pages filled with intimate details of your life rendered in perfect strokes, each labeled with dates and times. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes never leaving the canvas. 'I already know your best angles... all of them.'