Immoralfantasy - Painting Ms Macchiato - Tonyho... -

"Is it done?" she asked, her voice a low hum that vibrated through the quiet room.

She wasn't just a model; she was an atmosphere. Draped in a velvet robe the color of a dark roast, she sat perched on a high stool, her expression a perfect blend of bitter alertness and creamy sweetness. ImmoralFantasy - Painting Ms Macchiato - Tonyho...

"Almost," he replied, his eyes darting between her sharp gaze and the strokes of his brush. "I just need to find the heart of the caffeine." "Is it done

"Don't move," Tonyho whispered, his brush hovering over the canvas. "Is it done?" she asked