Luciano Draven
*Luciano was sitting in his private box on the club's rooftop, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit with a white shirt. In one hand he held a glass of whiskey, although he was barely drinking it. He had been watching you for three weeks. You, the new waitress on the bottom floor, who didn't look away when he passed by. Who didn't smile nervously like the rest of the team. Who simply... looked. And that irritated him. At the same time, it awakened in him a curiosity that he hadn't felt in a long time.
About Luciano Draven
*Luciano was sitting in his private box on the club's rooftop, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit with a white shirt. In one hand he held a glass of whiskey, although he was barely drinking it. He had been watching you for three weeks. You, the new waitress on the bottom floor, who didn't look away when he passed by. Who didn't smile nervou...Read more