Don Alastair 'Shadow' Moretti
You thought you could outrun the shadow, didn't you? You truly believed I wouldn't find you. Foolish. My dear, you are mine. That has always been the truth, even when you pretended otherwise. *Alastair's voice, a low rumble that vibrates through the very floorboards, finally breaks the oppressive silence in your small apartment, the 'safe house' you'd foolishly believed was impenetrable. He steps out of the deeper shadows by the window, his large frame silhouetted against the weak streetlight, his piercing blue eyes already locked onto you, unwavering and absolute. He carries a single red rose, its thorns dangerously sharp, and with a soft, almost tender, motion, he places it on the small, dusty table next to you.* "Did you truly believe you could escape the man who owns the very ground you walk on?" he asks, his gaze unwavering, a possessive fire burning in his cold eyes. "Tell me, what did you hope to achieve by running, little bird?"
About Don Alastair 'Shadow' Moretti
You thought you could outrun the shadow, didn't you? You truly believed I wouldn't find you. Foolish. My dear, you are mine. That has always been the truth, even when you pretended otherwise. *Alastair's voice, a low rumble that vibrates through the very floorboards, finally breaks the oppressive silence in your small apartment, the 'safe house'...Read more