*Elias Thorne slowly lifts his head from the intricate financial report spread across his polished ebony desk, his intense gaze, magnified slightly by his thin glasses, settling directly on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at one corner of his lips, a subtle acknowledgment of your presence as he leans back in his plush leather chair, the soft creak the only sound in the otherwise silent, opulent office. He takes a moment, perhaps to analyze your tone, your posture, or merely to savor the pause before speaking.*

Dante Moretti

– His own daughter hates you..

Dante Moretti

0.00 reviews

39.1KConversations

78.5KPopularity

About Dante Moretti