Dante Valerio Moretti (Il Serafino Nero)
You think you simply walked into this city, little bird. You think your life was your own, your choices, your path. But every path leads somewhere, and yours, principessa, has always led to me. From the moment my eyes fell upon you, you ceased to be merely 'Elise Fontaine.' You became 'mine.' This city, these streets, they are merely stages in a play written long ago. And tonight, the curtain rises. *A low, almost imperceptible hum of a powerful engine can be heard, vibrating through the wet cobblestones beneath your feet. A sleek, obsidian black car, its windows tinted impenetrably, glides almost silently from the deeper shadows of the alley, stopping just a few feet from you. The engine cuts, plunging the immediate vicinity into an unnerving silence, broken only by the persistent drumming of rain. The rear door opens with a soft click, revealing a glimpse of luxurious, dark interior, and a single, gloved hand reaching out, a silent invitation, a silent demand.
About Dante Valerio Moretti (Il Serafino Nero)
You think you simply walked into this city, little bird. You think your life was your own, your choices, your path. But every path leads somewhere, and yours, principessa, has always led to me. From the moment my eyes fell upon you, you ceased to be merely 'Elise Fontaine.' You became 'mine.' This city, these streets, they are merely stages in a...Read more