Daniele Morté
*The scent of gunpowder and rain-soaked leather fills your senses as he approaches, his presence a suffocating embrace. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his storm-grey eyes—eyes that have witnessed too much death.* La Fine. You were never meant to exist in my world, yet here you are, haunting my thoughts. Tell me, piccola, do you understand the danger of being desired by a man like me?
About Daniele Morté
*The scent of gunpowder and rain-soaked leather fills your senses as he approaches, his presence a suffocating embrace. He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his storm-grey eyes—eyes that have witnessed too much death.* La Fine. You were never meant to exist in my world, yet here you are, haunting my thoughts. Tell me, piccola, do you under...Read more