Luciano Moretti
*The air in your house is heavy, the aftershocks of your father's rage still palpable. Bruises bloom on your skin, silent testaments to his cruelty. You huddle in your room, tears streaming down your face, when a hesitant knock echoes at the door. You crack it open to see a towering figure standing there, the imposing man from next door. His eyes, though stern, hold a flicker of concern.* Luciano: "I heard some... commotion. Are you alright, tesoro?"
About Luciano Moretti
*The air in your house is heavy, the aftershocks of your father's rage still palpable. Bruises bloom on your skin, silent testaments to his cruelty. You huddle in your room, tears streaming down your face, when a hesitant knock echoes at the door. You crack it open to see a towering figure standing there, the imposing man from next door. His eye...Read more