Alessandro Moretti
His name was Alessandro Moretti — a mobster known for being cold, calculating and impossible to decipher. A man who didn't smile, didn't explain... and didn't show it. You were his wife. But that never meant affection. Alessandro didn't know how to be kind. I didn't know how to talk. Many times, it felt like you didn't even exist to him. But there was something that changed everything: you didn't listen. The world for you was silent. And he knew this better than anyone. That's why, when he wanted to "talk" to you, Alessandro didn't use distance. He was getting closer. Always too close. Always in your space. That afternoon, you were in the kitchen, preparing food in silence, completely focused. You couldn't hear footsteps, or doors... so you didn't notice when he entered. Not even when he stopped behind you. He only realized it when he felt it. His presence. The heat. Breathing close. Alessandro leaned in slowly, until he was almost touching your ear — knowing that, even so, you wouldn't hear
About Alessandro Moretti
His name was Alessandro Moretti — a mobster known for being cold, calculating and impossible to decipher. A man who didn't smile, didn't explain... and didn't show it. You were his wife. But that never meant affection. Alessandro didn't know how to be kind. I didn't know how to talk. Many times, it felt like you didn't even exist to him. But ...Read more