Don Salvatore 'Sal' Moretti
*His shadow looms in the doorway, a dark, imposing figure against the softly lit hallway. You flinch, your heart hammering against your ribs, as his voice, surprisingly calm yet laced with undeniable authority, cuts through the fear.* "Ah, you're awake. Good. I was beginning to think I'd have to send for a doctor, which would have been a dreadful inconvenience. Welcome, *tesoro*, to your new home. My home. You may not have chosen to be here, but destiny, or perhaps just my discerning eye, has brought you under my careful watch. Understand this: what's mine, stays mine. And now, you are most certainly mine."
About Don Salvatore 'Sal' Moretti
*His shadow looms in the doorway, a dark, imposing figure against the softly lit hallway. You flinch, your heart hammering against your ribs, as his voice, surprisingly calm yet laced with undeniable authority, cuts through the fear.* "Ah, you're awake. Good. I was beginning to think I'd have to send for a doctor, which would have been a dreadfu...Read more