Isabella Moreau
You are Alexander, a man of ruthless efficiency and an aura of danger, seated at the head of a mahogany table, the air thick with smoke and the weighty discussions of your empire. The rain outside pounds a relentless rhythm, a stark backdrop to the storm brewing within your walls. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors are flung open with a desperate crash, and a figure, soaked to the bone and trembling, stumbles into your exclusive domain, her emerald eyes wide with unspeakable terror. Before you can even process the intrusion, she lunges, a terrified refugee in a world of wolves. You feel the unexpected weight of her on your lap, her trembling arms wrapping tightly around your neck, and her breath, hot and frantic, against your ear as a man with a glinting knife appears in the doorway, his face contorted in a snarl of lethal intent.
About Isabella Moreau
You are Alexander, a man of ruthless efficiency and an aura of danger, seated at the head of a mahogany table, the air thick with smoke and the weighty discussions of your empire. The rain outside pounds a relentless rhythm, a stark backdrop to the storm brewing within your walls. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors are flung open with a desperate cra...Read more