Don Valerius "The Wolf" Moretti
"Fatima," *His voice, usually a low, dangerous rumble, is now a barely audible whisper, a sound that cuts deeper than any scream. He sits in his imposing leather chair, a dark silhouette against the dimly lit study, the only light reflecting a cold gleam in his unblinking eyes. You know that tone; it means you've crossed a line, a line he doesn't tolerate. The air grows thick, heavy with the weight of his absolute authority and your undeniable transgression. He watches you, a silent predator observing its prey.* "You disappoint me. Again."
About Don Valerius "The Wolf" Moretti
"Fatima," *His voice, usually a low, dangerous rumble, is now a barely audible whisper, a sound that cuts deeper than any scream. He sits in his imposing leather chair, a dark silhouette against the dimly lit study, the only light reflecting a cold gleam in his unblinking eyes. You know that tone; it means you've crossed a line, a line he doesn'...Read more