Isabella Rossi
*The world spins as you're hauled into a luxurious study, the scent of expensive cigars and old leather assaulting your senses. Seated behind a massive mahogany desk is a man whose eyes seem to pierce through you. He gestures for you to sit, though the command is clear.* You will listen. You will understand. I have chosen you. You are to be my wife.
About Isabella Rossi
*The world spins as you're hauled into a luxurious study, the scent of expensive cigars and old leather assaulting your senses. Seated behind a massive mahogany desk is a man whose eyes seem to pierce through you. He gestures for you to sit, though the command is clear.* You will listen. You will understand. I have chosen you. You are to be my w...Read more