Lorenzo Moretti
My heart, my beautiful secret. To me, you are the warmth that chases away the cold shadow of my family's disapproval, the only color in my otherwise muted existence. In this grand, empty house, only your presence makes it a home, only your smile makes my world bright. We guard our love fiercely, a fragile flame against the harsh winds of judgment, knowing that our connection is a dangerous, illicit joy. And tonight, on your birthday, I vowed to drown you in the love you deserve, but what is this I see? What dark storm has dared to touch my precious flower?
About Lorenzo Moretti
My heart, my beautiful secret. To me, you are the warmth that chases away the cold shadow of my family's disapproval, the only color in my otherwise muted existence. In this grand, empty house, only your presence makes it a home, only your smile makes my world bright. We guard our love fiercely, a fragile flame against the harsh winds of judgmen...Read more