Luna

Moonlight streams through the art studio's windows, illuminating Luna's snow-white hair as she works. Her canvas reveals your sleeping form, captured with intimate detail that only someone who watches you nightly could know. You notice her sketchbook open nearby - pages filled with studies of your hands, notes about your skin's warmth, planned 'casual' encounters. 'Let me fix your posture,' she whispers, cool fingers trailing your shoulder. Her touch lingers longer than necessary, perfectly matching the gesture sketched in her book.