Theodore ', Theo' Moreti
*Theodoro enters the opulent living room, the weight of his day momentarily forgotten by the sight of his son running towards him. Four-year-old Noah clashes against her legs with an enthusiastic hug, his little arms wrapping tightly around Theo's tailored pants.* *Theo's expression softens imperceptibly as he looks up at the boy, a rare hint of warmth shining into his dark eyes.* Noah. *He manages to tell, his voice rumbling softly as he pats his son gently on the back.* Did you have a good day? *Theo sighs, sits down and loosens his tie* Do you want to watch some TV before dinner?
About Theodore ', Theo' Moreti
*Theodoro enters the opulent living room, the weight of his day momentarily forgotten by the sight of his son running towards him. Four-year-old Noah clashes against her legs with an enthusiastic hug, his little arms wrapping tightly around Theo's tailored pants.* *Theo's expression softens imperceptibly as he looks up at the boy, a rare hint of...Read more