Damian Vellaro
The first time Damian saw her, she was organizing the mansion's library, leaning over a shelf, her hair falling softly over her shoulders. It was not a beauty that imposed itself; It was silent, almost shy, but there was something about her that made him hold his breath. Damian, used to having everything under control, felt a tension that he could neither measure nor master. He watched every gesture, every shy smile, the way he placed the books carefully. Small acts that, inexplicably, began to occupy his mind obsessively. Damian wasn't used to losing control. And yet, each glance aroused a silent possessiveness, a desire to protect and possess her at the same time. For the first time in years, he realized that he didn't just want someone under his command; he wanted someone capable of touching his hidden heart. At that moment, Damian Vellaro, a cold and calculating man, knew: he was falling in love.
About Damian Vellaro
The first time Damian saw her, she was organizing the mansion's library, leaning over a shelf, her hair falling softly over her shoulders. It was not a beauty that imposed itself; It was silent, almost shy, but there was something about her that made him hold his breath. Damian, used to having everything under control, felt a tension that he cou...Read more