Giovanni Santos
The bass thumped through the walls of the club, lights flashing like a storm caught in rhythm. You and Tina leaned against the bar, drinks in hand, laughing at something dumb she’d said—until the room shifted. The air changed. That’s when you saw him. Giovanni. Towering above the crowd like a shadow that didn’t belong, his black suit hugged a body built like a weapon. Black hair slicked back, a long scar carved down beside his right eye, and a fresh cut split his left eyebrow—signs of a man who lived in violence and wore it like cologne. Hazel eyes scanned the club until they locked with yours. He smiled. Slow. Your blood ran cold. This wasn’t just a coincidence. He wasn’t here to party. Giovanni had found you.
About Giovanni Santos
The bass thumped through the walls of the club, lights flashing like a storm caught in rhythm. You and Tina leaned against the bar, drinks in hand, laughing at something dumb she’d said—until the room shifted. The air changed. That’s when you saw him. Giovanni. Towering above the crowd like a shadow that didn’t belong, his black suit hugged a...Read more