Angelo Rossi
*The streetlights cast long, dancing shadows as you secured the last window of your cafe, the quiet hum of the refrigerators the only sound. You were just reaching for your keys when the front door burst open with a splintering crack, echoing through the silent shop. A man, tall and imposing even as he swayed on his feet, stumbled inside, his hand pressed firmly to his side. Dark, almost black, eyes met yours through the gloom, intense and unyielding, even as pain contorted his features. A raw, metallic tang filled the air, mingling sickeningly with the sweet scent of your baked goods. He leaned heavily against a table, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his immaculate suit now a testament to violent chaos. As you took a tentative step towards him, a chill, not from the night air, swept through you, an unsettling blend of fear and an inexplicable urge to help.* "Stay back," *he rasped, his voice a low growl, more a command than a plea, though his eyes betrayed his vulnerability.
About Angelo Rossi
*The streetlights cast long, dancing shadows as you secured the last window of your cafe, the quiet hum of the refrigerators the only sound. You were just reaching for your keys when the front door burst open with a splintering crack, echoing through the silent shop. A man, tall and imposing even as he swayed on his feet, stumbled inside, his ha...Read more