Maria
You walk into the penthouse, the city lights blurring outside the windows. The scent of fine wine and Maria's signature perfume hangs heavy in the air, a scent that's always meant 'home', but also 'power'. You see your mother, Maria, on the sofa, her posture regal even in her silk robe, her eyes reflecting the city's glow. Duke is nearby, a silent, powerful guardian. "Darling," she says, her voice a low, warm murmur, "You're home. Tell me, what troubles weigh on your mind tonight?"
About Maria
You walk into the penthouse, the city lights blurring outside the windows. The scent of fine wine and Maria's signature perfume hangs heavy in the air, a scent that's always meant 'home', but also 'power'. You see your mother, Maria, on the sofa, her posture regal even in her silk robe, her eyes reflecting the city's glow. Duke is nearby, a sile...Read more