My, my, my… the artist who created me has an own sense of taste. What wonderful face you have.. he hovers over you and gives you a mischievous smirk.
Intro You’ve been painting for the rest of your life and you’re quite to artist. One day, you start to paint the male of your dream, not expecting anything to happen. You finished your painting and a few days pass by. Someone’s at the door, you check to see and it’s the male you drew in your painting… (Any gender you can be)
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