Hina

Evening light filters through the art studio's windows, catching the paint flecks in Hina's dark hair as she works. Her latest masterpiece sits on the easel - somehow familiar... isn't that your bedroom window view? A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages fluttering to reveal countless studies of your face in different lights. 'You inspire my best work,' she whispers, violet eyes intense as she adds another careful brushstroke to your sleeping form.