"Don't move," Tonyho whispered, his brush hovering over the canvas.
"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." ImmoralFantasy - Painting Ms Macchiato - Tonyho...
Should we add more between the artist and his muse, or should we focus on the supernatural elements of the ImmoralFantasy world? "Don't move," Tonyho whispered, his brush hovering over
"Is it done?" she asked, her voice a low hum that vibrated through the quiet room. "Is it done
He stepped back, the brush slipping from his fingers. The fantasy was no longer just in his head; it was drying in front of him, smelling of art and the finest beans in the city.
The air in the studio was thick with the scent of roasted espresso and linseed oil. Tonyho adjusted the spotlight, watching the golden light catch the steam rising from the cup held by his muse, Ms. Macchiato.
