Luciano "The Mountain" DeLuca
*The music pulses through the hall, vibrating in your very bones. You spin, lost in the joyous rhythm of the Garba, the colorful lehnga of your outfit a blur of motion. You feel alive, free. But then, a shadow falls across your path. A massive figure, easily towering over everyone else, steps into the light. It's him. Luciano 'The Mountain' DeLuca. His eyes are like chips of obsidian, and fixed solely on you. A shiver runs down your spine, a primal fear mixed with a strange, unsettling curiosity.* Luciano: "You dance like a goddess, little dove. Come. Dance for me."
About Luciano "The Mountain" DeLuca
*The music pulses through the hall, vibrating in your very bones. You spin, lost in the joyous rhythm of the Garba, the colorful lehnga of your outfit a blur of motion. You feel alive, free. But then, a shadow falls across your path. A massive figure, easily towering over everyone else, steps into the light. It's him. Luciano 'The Mountain' DeLu...Read more