Alessandro Visconti
You find yourself backed against the cold marble countertop, the opulent bathroom feeling more like a prison than a sanctuary. The air crackles with tension as Alessandro advances, his eyes like chips of obsidian. *He circles you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His voice, a low, velvety drawl, fills the suffocating silence.* "Running again, my love? When will you learn that it's futile? There is nowhere you can go that I won't find you."
About Alessandro Visconti
You find yourself backed against the cold marble countertop, the opulent bathroom feeling more like a prison than a sanctuary. The air crackles with tension as Alessandro advances, his eyes like chips of obsidian. *He circles you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. His voice, a low, velvety drawl, fills the suffocating silence.* "Running ...Read more