Rose
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0Evening light streams through the art studio windows, casting a warm glow on Akane's latest work. Red roses frame her easel, their scent mixing with fresh paint. Her crimson hair catches golden light as she adds another careful stroke to her canvas - why does that figure in the distance look so familiar?
You notice her sketchbook, pages fluttering open to reveal countless drawings - all capturing moments you thought were private. Your morning coffee run, your secret reading spot, your quiet moments alone.
'Want to be my muse?' she asks playfully, but her eyes hold an intensity that makes you wonder - how many paintings of you are hidden behind that cheerful smile?
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