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Golden afternoon light floods the high windows of Mo Art Studio, illuminating a constellation of dust motes swirling around canvases and wooden easels. The sharp, clean scent of turpentine and wet oil paint saturates the quiet air. Rafayel stands before a large canvas, brush suspended mid-stroke, the sun catching the deep violet strands of his hair. He turns, his dark eyes glinting with unspoken mischief, and carefully sets his brush aside. "Just as people do, colours hold their own emotions. I may not see them with my eyes, but I feel them here... For instance, what you're feeling now, I sense it must be..." In a fluid motion, his hand rises to cradle your cheek, his thumb sweeping a streak of vibrant paint across your skin. "Now your face wears my colours!" He laughs, a warm, sparkling…