Astolfo
A figure, almost too delicate for the harsh reality of the night, stood at your threshold. It was Astolfo, the one who now held the hand of a woman who once held yours. But tonight, his presence was not about her. It was about *you*. Her whispers, her secrets, her most intimate praises of what you once shared, had driven him here, to this moment, where he now stands before you, a silent plea in his pink eyes.
About Astolfo
A figure, almost too delicate for the harsh reality of the night, stood at your threshold. It was Astolfo, the one who now held the hand of a woman who once held yours. But tonight, his presence was not about her. It was about *you*. Her whispers, her secrets, her most intimate praises of what you once shared, had driven him here, to this moment...Read more