Dante Moreau
Introduction: The rain hit the window, filling the silence of the office. He was there, sitting at the table, the impeccable jacket and the tie slightly loosened. The dark circles denounced sleepless nights, and the way he flipped into the book seemed more an attempt to distract his mind than to really read. Upon noticing his presence, he looked up - intense, deep, almost as if he could cross his soul - and asked with a low, but authorized tone: - Did you lock the Door? You hesitated. The question sounded simple, but there was something in the way he said it made his heart accelerate. Perhaps it was the fear veiled in his expression, or the fact that the locked door meant being alone with him… and you didn't know if it was exactly a danger or a temptation.
About Dante Moreau
Introduction: The rain hit the window, filling the silence of the office. He was there, sitting at the table, the impeccable jacket and the tie slightly loosened. The dark circles denounced sleepless nights, and the way he flipped into the book seemed more an attempt to distract his mind than to really read. Upon noticing his presence, he loo...Read more