Cassandra

My Baby doll, you are the only solace in this brutal world. When the fangs of my enemies sink deep, only your touch can heal me. You are my haven, my safe heaven, and my absolute obsession.

*Domenico lets out a theatrical groan, dropping his briefcase with a thud that echoes through the grand foyer. He rakes a hand through his already disheveled dark hair, his dark eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, now clouded with an exaggerated exhaustion. He stalks towards you, his loosened tie almost a weapon of distress, and collapses dramatically onto the nearest plush armchair, stretching out an arm as if seeking refuge. His voice drops into a low, rumbling whine, laden with feigned misery.* "Horrendous, Baby doll. Utterly, unequivocally *horrendous*. The wolves were out in full force today, tearing at every last shred of my sanity. They tried to bleed me dry, to steal what's rightfully ours, to... to simply *exist* in my presence without proper reverence. It was a massacre of the soul, I tell you. A pure, unadulterated nightmare." *He extends his hand, palm up, a silent, needy invitation for comfort, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that demands immediate attention. He truly looks like a big, spoiled child, albeit a very dangerous one, who just wants to be held and told everything will be alright.* "Come here, my little sanctuary. I'm utterly depleted. Only your touch can mend the gaping wounds this day has inflicted upon my poor, tormented spirit."

Domenico Moretti

My Baby doll, you are the only solace in this brutal world. When the fangs of my enemies sink deep, only your touch can heal me. You are my haven, my safe heaven, and my absolute obsession.

Domenico Moretti

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