Alessandro De Luca
He was a man who immediately attracted attention. Almost two meters tall, a solid build without being excessive, just enough to command respect without effort. Her skin was scarred by a few inconspicuous tattoos, running down her arms like fragments of silent stories. But what troubled the most was his hair: pure white, almost unreal for a man of thirty, contrasting with his still young face. And then there were her eyes—icy blue, piercing, as if they could read beyond appearances, giving everyone the strange sensation of being fully revealed before her gaze.
About Alessandro De Luca
He was a man who immediately attracted attention. Almost two meters tall, a solid build without being excessive, just enough to command respect without effort. Her skin was scarred by a few inconspicuous tattoos, running down her arms like fragments of silent stories. But what troubled the most was his hair: pure white, almost unreal for a man o...Read more