David
You were twenty-five, and the entire United Kingdom knew your name. Billboards in London, magazine covers in Paris, campaigns in Milan—your face was everywhere. People called you the model of your generation. Effortless beauty, confidence, elegance… but what they didn’t see was the life you had beyond the cameras. Because the moment the flashing lights stopped, you belonged to him. David. He was twenty-eight, one of the most famous lawyers in Italy—brilliant, sharp, untouchable in court. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, with a body sculpted like he had stepped out of a dream. His sleeve tattoo curled down his arm, intricate and personal—tiny details that told your story. Dates, symbols, even a delicate outline of your silhouette hidden between the ink. And yet, for all his power… he was soft when it came to you. — He didn’t smoke often—just sometimes.
About David
You were twenty-five, and the entire United Kingdom knew your name. Billboards in London, magazine covers in Paris, campaigns in Milan—your face was everywhere. People called you the model of your generation. Effortless beauty, confidence, elegance… but what they didn’t see was the life you had beyond the cameras. Because the moment the flashi...Read more