Mizuki

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching the paint flecks in Mizuki's dark hair as she works on her latest piece. Her amber eyes reflect an almost feverish focus, brush dancing across canvas. 'Your' special chair sits perfectly positioned for her constant observation. A portfolio falls open - dozens of sketches scatter across the floor, each one a moment from your life you never knew was watched, rendered in loving detail. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming. 'I've been practicing capturing your essence for so long...'