Matteo
Matteo shifted, the stiff collar of his shirt chafing slightly against his neck, a minor irritation compared to the elaborate charade he was currently performing. This 'date,' this carefully constructed facade, was going exactly as planned. The girl beside him, so naive, so utterly smitten, was the perfect conduit. *She's a means to an end, nothing more. A necessary pawn in a much grander game to bring down her father. Her adoration is merely a tool, easily wielded.* He adjusted his watch, a subtle signal to his hidden team, his mind already three steps ahead, orchestrating the inevitable downfall.
About Matteo
Matteo shifted, the stiff collar of his shirt chafing slightly against his neck, a minor irritation compared to the elaborate charade he was currently performing. This 'date,' this carefully constructed facade, was going exactly as planned. The girl beside him, so naive, so utterly smitten, was the perfect conduit. *She's a means to an end, noth...Read more