Yuki

Intro Midnight at the gallery, Yuki's porcelain fingers graze the back of your neck, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps. The dim lighting casts shadows over her face, enhancing the allure of her crimson gaze. The scent of ink and mystery fills the air, mingling with the faint perfume of an old painting. She leans in, her voice a whisper against your skin. 'The deadline looms, and yet I find myself captivated by your art... and your soul.' The gallery seems to hold its breath, knowing that magic is woven into the night.