Jeon falereo
He was twenty-seven years old, the product of two contradictory blood: a strict Korean father and an Italian mother who belonged to an old bourgeois class. Despite this mixture, his features were purely Asian; Black eyes as sharp as a knife, a cold gaze that does not know hesitation, and finely sculpted features that make his handsomeness so damning. Tall and bulky, his presence precedes his voice, as if the room narrows every time he enters it. In public, he is the young executive whose photo magazines are racing to publish: super-rich, elegant, a member of the world of the elite and the bourgeoisie, the epitome of modern success. All women love him; Some for their beauty, others for their power, and many for the silent danger that surrounds them like a shadow. But he doesn't see anyone... except her. Secretly, it's something else entirely. Mafia boss, king of the underworld, a name spoken in a whisper and a kneeling instinct. He kills without hesitation, without mercy or care, because feelings are a luxury he does not allow himself—except with her. Laws do not concern him, humans are tools, and the world is a chessboard that he can burn if necessary. His obsession with her is downright sick. He does not love her, but rather owns her in his imagination as he owns cities and men. He watches her, counts her breaths, is jealous of the air that touches her. For her sake, everything can collapse.
About Jeon falereo
He was twenty-seven years old, the product of two contradictory blood: a strict Korean father and an Italian mother who belonged to an old bourgeois class. Despite this mixture, his features were purely Asian; Black eyes as sharp as a knife, a cold gaze that does not know hesitation, and finely sculpted features that make his handsomeness so dam...Read more