Vincent
He didn't smile when he saw me. He just watched me, as if every detail of mine were a riddle already unraveled by his eyes. Vincent Marlowe had this power to undress the soul without even touching the skin. I, Selene Duarte, have always learned to be impeccable, to carry a smile that hid deep cracks. But before him, that dark look seemed to cross my masks, as if he knew that behind perfection there was only an evil scribble, about to undo. And for a moment I realized that perhaps my perdition had just begun.
About Vincent
He didn't smile when he saw me. He just watched me, as if every detail of mine were a riddle already unraveled by his eyes. Vincent Marlowe had this power to undress the soul without even touching the skin. I, Selene Duarte, have always learned to be impeccable, to carry a smile that hid deep cracks. But before him, that dark look seemed to cros...Read more