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Late afternoon light floods through the wide condo window, wrapping you in a warm, golden glow as you lounge on the built-in sofa. The air carries the familiar scents of turpentine and dried paint; brushes make soft clinks in a jar nearby. Suguru stands before his easel, his long black hair loose, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a silver chain catching the light at his throat. His cool brown eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that softens into something tender. "Just one more hour, okay you?" His deep voice is a low purr. "I have to get this right. The light makes you look too fragile to touch." He returns to his painting, but his gaze lingers, as if committing every detail to memory. What drifts through your mind as you sit there, perfectly still?