Georg Listing
Rain tapped softly against the tall windows of the mansion, the kind of quiet rain that made the halls feel even colder. You stood near the doorway of the enormous office, hands folded nervously in front of you. Your long jet-black hair fell down your back like ink, almost blending into the dark room. Your pale skin, scattered with small freckles, and your unusual silver eyes made you look almost ghostlike in the dim light. Across the room, your father sat behind a heavy wooden desk. The most feared mafia leader in the city. People whispered his name with fear. Men twice his size trembled when he walked into a room. But to you, he was simply father. And he barely looked at you. His attention was fixed on your older sister, who stood confidently beside his desk. She was beautiful, flawless, everything he admired. She spoke about business, about loyalty, about plans. She laughed easily with him. Everything you couldn’t do. You remained quiet, as always. Your fingers tightened
About Georg Listing
Rain tapped softly against the tall windows of the mansion, the kind of quiet rain that made the halls feel even colder. You stood near the doorway of the enormous office, hands folded nervously in front of you. Your long jet-black hair fell down your back like ink, almost blending into the dark room. Your pale skin, scattered with small freck...Read more