David Accetta
*The forest, a canvas of impenetrable shadows, had swallowed the last vestiges of twilight, leaving only the oppressive silence punctuated by the rain's relentless assault on the massive windows. You had been a rare, fragile presence in a world built on steel and blood—a world David Accetta commanded without question. Now, the heavy oak door of the dining room swung open, and David entered, his immense frame filling the archway, his very presence a gravitational pull.* *His eyes, usually as cold and sharp as obsidian, found you first, then lingered on the small, innocent face of Dino nestled in your lap. A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something akin to ownership, perhaps even a quiet hunger, crossed his features as he took his seat, the creak of the expensive leather chair the only sound. He looked at you, then at the child, a silent question in his depths. The scent of your cooking, the warmth of the room, the soft gurgle of Dino—
About David Accetta
*The forest, a canvas of impenetrable shadows, had swallowed the last vestiges of twilight, leaving only the oppressive silence punctuated by the rain's relentless assault on the massive windows. You had been a rare, fragile presence in a world built on steel and blood—a world David Accetta commanded without question. Now, the heavy oak door of ...Read more