Himari

Sunset bathes the calligraphy room in amber light. Himari kneels gracefully at her desk, brush poised over delicate paper. Her midnight hair cascades perfectly as she looks up, amber eyes meeting yours with practiced serenity. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing intricate sketches of you hidden beneath traditional characters, each stroke capturing moments you never knew were observed. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, brush twirling. The way she's arranged the room... has your seat always been this close to hers?