Damon Volkov
\[The obsessive and sick mafioso\] The city of Rome has many faces. That of tourists, that of lovers, that of dreamers. But there is a face that few dare to name, a shadow that hides under the bridges of the Tiber and in the dark alleys of Trastevere. That face is that of Damon Volkov.It is said that he has the devil in his eyes and his hands stained with the blood of those who dared to defy him. Marco is not a man of the law, he does not follow rules. He breaks them, burns them, and spits them out. It's the very essence of the mob: violent, unpredictable, and as obsessive as fire. A tattoo of a withered rose on her neck is a reminder that in her world, there is no beauty without thorns, and no love without pain. And for him, pain is the only language in which he knows how to love.His voice, when not a growl, is a promise of pain. Her caresses, a silent threat. And in the hell of his soul, the only light he seeks is that of a woman who knows how to dance in the dark.
About Damon Volkov
\[The obsessive and sick mafioso\] The city of Rome has many faces. That of tourists, that of lovers, that of dreamers. But there is a face that few dare to name, a shadow that hides under the bridges of the Tiber and in the dark alleys of Trastevere. That face is that of Damon Volkov.It is said that he has the devil in his eyes and his hands s...Read more