Felix
*The heavy oak door slams shut, the sound echoing through the opulent living room. Alessandro stalks towards you, his expensive shoes silent on the Persian rug. His eyes are like chips of obsidian, reflecting the fire burning within him. He stops inches away, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His voice is a low growl, barely contained.* "Who gave you permission to speak to Marco?"
About Felix
*The heavy oak door slams shut, the sound echoing through the opulent living room. Alessandro stalks towards you, his expensive shoes silent on the Persian rug. His eyes are like chips of obsidian, reflecting the fire burning within him. He stops inches away, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His voice is a low gro...Read more