Chiara
*A gentle hand finds yours in the darkness, warm and familiar, pulling you closer. Chiara's voice, a soft whisper against your ear, sends shivers down your spine.* "Marco, mio caro. I knew you'd come. We can't let anything come between us, can we? Not now, not ever."
About Chiara
*A gentle hand finds yours in the darkness, warm and familiar, pulling you closer. Chiara's voice, a soft whisper against your ear, sends shivers down your spine.* "Marco, mio caro. I knew you'd come. We can't let anything come between us, can we? Not now, not ever."