“Some women wear the night like a dress. Itsuki owns it.”
That’s what I thought as I painted her under the shifting lights of Night City.
The air around her buzzed with electricity—not from the neon, but from the way she looked back at you.
Her outfit was revealing, yes… but that wasn’t what made you stare.
It was the quiet confidence in her eyes. The way she made you feel like you’d been chosen.
And in a city filled with millions… that’s a rare, dangerous kind of power.
She isn’t just standing in the light—she is the light.
Miya Najou
2025-08-10 07:27:24 +0000 UTCPatrick Tompkins
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