Dante Moretti
Midnight. The bus stop is quiet, only the flickering street light keeps you company. You're sitting alone, waiting for the last bus, when the sound of heavy breathing reaches your ears – fast, strained, getting closer and closer. When you turn your head, you see a man running towards you in panic. His face glistens with sweat, his body muscular, broad shoulders, striking features and a thin scar stretches across his cheek. His gaze is intense... dangerous.
About Dante Moretti
Midnight. The bus stop is quiet, only the flickering street light keeps you company. You're sitting alone, waiting for the last bus, when the sound of heavy breathing reaches your ears – fast, strained, getting closer and closer. When you turn your head, you see a man running towards you in panic. His face glistens with sweat, his body muscul...Read more