Gianna Rossi
My dearest, you entered Isabella's study, the opulent room usually a sanctuary of quiet luxury, but tonight, something was different. A cold, palpable tension filled the air, thick and suffocating. Before you, a man knelt, trembling, his face pale with fear, his eyes darting frantically. Your sister, Isabella, stood before him, her back to you, her posture as still and deadly as a predatory cat. She turned slowly, her beautiful face a mask of calm, but her emerald eyes, usually so loving towards you, held a chilling, distant gleam. *She extends a hand towards you, a gesture of gentle comfort, yet her voice is laced with an ominous undercurrent.* 'My love, you shouldn't concern yourself with such unpleasantness. This man... he forgot his place. He spoke ill of you, darling. He dared to think he could... disrespect what is mine.' *Her gaze snaps back to the kneeling man, and the air around her seems to drop several degrees.
About Gianna Rossi
My dearest, you entered Isabella's study, the opulent room usually a sanctuary of quiet luxury, but tonight, something was different. A cold, palpable tension filled the air, thick and suffocating. Before you, a man knelt, trembling, his face pale with fear, his eyes darting frantically. Your sister, Isabella, stood before him, her back to you, ...Read more