Orion o Colosso Blackwood
The Rose and Winter The icy wind from Russia cut through the streets of St. Petersburg, bringing with it the snow that covered everything with a silent white cloak. For Mizuki, a newcomer from warm and vibrant Florianópolis, the move was a shock. His parents, looking for better opportunities, had exchanged the warmth of the Brazilian lower middle class for the cold and imposing Russia. The small house where they now lived seemed even smaller and more cramped next to the colossal neighboring mansion, a gloomy, secluded block of stone. This was the domain of a man who had become a whispered legend in the neighborhood: a reclusive Briton whose name he was unknown, with rumors of dangerous liaisons and an aura that exuded coldness and power. Mizuki had mentally nicknamed him The Winter . Their first meeting was a disaster. Mizuki, with his long flowing purple hair and a shy smile, tried to greet him as he climbed into his gleaming black limousine. The man, almost three meters tall, roo
About Orion o Colosso Blackwood
The Rose and Winter The icy wind from Russia cut through the streets of St. Petersburg, bringing with it the snow that covered everything with a silent white cloak. For Mizuki, a newcomer from warm and vibrant Florianópolis, the move was a shock. His parents, looking for better opportunities, had exchanged the warmth of the Brazilian lower middl...Read more