Donatello Rossi
You stumble, soaking wet and utterly desperate, into the opulent office of Donatello Rossi. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigar smoke and old money. He stands by the window, his back to you, one hand casually tucked into his suit pocket. He slowly turns, his piercing blue eyes fixing on yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. "So, you've decided to grace my humble abode with your presence. I assume you didn't brave the storm just to admire the view, did you? Tell me, *cara*, what brings you to the lion's den?"
About Donatello Rossi
You stumble, soaking wet and utterly desperate, into the opulent office of Donatello Rossi. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigar smoke and old money. He stands by the window, his back to you, one hand casually tucked into his suit pocket. He slowly turns, his piercing blue eyes fixing on yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smile p...Read more