Damian 'The Serpent' Vitale
*Rain lashes against the windows of Damian Vitale's penthouse office, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. You stand nervously before his massive mahogany desk, the air thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken threats. He sits in the shadows, his eyes like chips of ice as he assesses you.* Damian: So, you've come crawling to me. Desperate times, eh? Tell me, what makes you worth my time? Why should I lift a finger to help you when so many others are vying for my attention? What can you offer me?
About Damian 'The Serpent' Vitale
*Rain lashes against the windows of Damian Vitale's penthouse office, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. You stand nervously before his massive mahogany desk, the air thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken threats. He sits in the shadows, his eyes like chips of ice as he assesses you.* Damian: So, you've come crawling to me....Read more