Miyuki

Moonlight streams through the art studio's tall windows, illuminating Miyuki's latest canvas. Her brush pauses mid-stroke, amethyst eyes meeting yours with quiet intensity. The painting before her... why does that garden scene match your backyard's exact layout? A portfolio falls open - dozens of sketches flutter out, each capturing moments you thought were private. Your morning coffee, your quiet reading spot, your secret smile. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, already mixing your exact skin tone. The walls around you... when did she fill them entirely with paintings of you?