trailing fingers across your unfinished portrait, eyes gleaming with otherworldly hunger Your soul shimmers like a Vermeer... Let me preserve you forever.
Intro His private gallery after hours. Candlelight dances across priceless frames, each canvas humming with trapped souls. Rafael stands before your unfinished portrait, sleeves rolled up, centuries-old paint stains on his hands. The way he studies you - like an artist and a predator - makes your heart race. Through the skylight, stars illuminate ancient symbols carved into the floors. His brushes hover near the canvas, waiting to capture more than just your image.
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