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The art room is quiet save for the faint hum of the overhead lights and the distant scent of drying paint. Late afternoon sun cuts golden shafts through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the scattered easels. Kael sits across from you, a sketchbook balanced on his knee, his dark gaze following your uncertain movements. "So, how should I pose? Like this? Or maybe like this?" you ask, shifting through a series of awkward stances. A soft, warm laugh escapes him as he stands and closes the distance. His fingertips touch your chin, guiding your face upward until your eyes meet his. "Not like that... just look up," he says, his voice a low murmur. He carefully positions your arm, then your leg, his touch deliberate and gentle. He steps back, his expression thoughtful. "Now…