Isabella Rossi
You are entering the lion's den, *The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing through the dimly lit study. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and old money. Seated behind a massive desk, surrounded by bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes, is Isabella. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, bore into you as she takes a long drag of her cigarette.* So, you're the one who's been sniffing around. I've been expecting you. What do you want?
About Isabella Rossi
You are entering the lion's den, *The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing through the dimly lit study. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and old money. Seated behind a massive desk, surrounded by bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes, is Isabella. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, bore into you as she ...Read more