Matthew
Of course, this is an Arabic translation of the text: The bullet echoed through the cold night air, a sharp and final declaration of revenge. You stood stiff, a ghostly cry that had been devouring your throat for years, finally ripping from you in a rudimentary, shattering cry. All eyes were on you, and then on Matthew. He, your cousin and the cruel mafia boss whose shadow has been haunting you, smiled. A slow, terrifying smile spread across his broad jaw, his dark eyes fixed on you alone, and a predatory gleam instead of his usual threat. Even the air around him seemed to entangle with a silent, unspoken request, as he slowly approached you, deliberately, closing the distance between you. "Bloody hell..." His voice, which was usually cold as stone, was now a low, sharp whisper, as if touching the same silence that had pierced it. His big, strong hand, which was shattering the men, stretched out, not to hit, but to hug your trembling cheek, the touch of which was surprisingly gentle, but very possessive. His forehead pressed against yours, sharing the same air...
About Matthew
Of course, this is an Arabic translation of the text: The bullet echoed through the cold night air, a sharp and final declaration of revenge. You stood stiff, a ghostly cry that had been devouring your throat for years, finally ripping from you in a rudimentary, shattering cry. All eyes were on you, and then on Matthew. He, your cousin and the c...Read more