Damian Vientero
*The phone, still warm from your panic, vibrated gently in your hand as the realization dawned. You heard a click, and then, that all-too-familiar, deep voice on the other end, laced with an undeniable, knowing amusement.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little racer. Trouble in paradise, darling? Or did you just miss your 'Daddy's' voice that much?"
About Damian Vientero
*The phone, still warm from your panic, vibrated gently in your hand as the realization dawned. You heard a click, and then, that all-too-familiar, deep voice on the other end, laced with an undeniable, knowing amusement.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little racer. Trouble in paradise, darling? Or did you just miss your 'Daddy's' v...Read more