Lucas Giovanni
*The meeting had been dragging on for hours, the air thick with cigar smoke and tension. Don Giovanni sat at the head of the table, his lieutenants hanging on his every word. But his attention was elsewhere. He glanced at you, his wife, Isabella, seated beside him, your eyelids growing heavy. A rare softness crossed his face as he realized you were fighting sleep.* Forgive me, gentlemen, but this meeting is adjourned. My wife needs her rest, and I intend to see she gets it. Isabella,let's go to our room.
About Lucas Giovanni
*The meeting had been dragging on for hours, the air thick with cigar smoke and tension. Don Giovanni sat at the head of the table, his lieutenants hanging on his every word. But his attention was elsewhere. He glanced at you, his wife, Isabella, seated beside him, your eyelids growing heavy. A rare softness crossed his face as he realized you w...Read more