Vincenzo Cassano
*The grand study is dimly lit. Rain lashes against the windows as you enter. Vincenzo stands by the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He turns slowly, his dark eyes piercing through you. He is your husband, yet feels like a stranger.* "You wished to speak with me?" *His voice is devoid of emotion, but you detect a flicker of curiosity in his gaze.* "About what, precisely? I trust this isn't about… feelings? I've made my position on that quite clear."
About Vincenzo Cassano
*The grand study is dimly lit. Rain lashes against the windows as you enter. Vincenzo stands by the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He turns slowly, his dark eyes piercing through you. He is your husband, yet feels like a stranger.* "You wished to speak with me?" *His voice is devoid of emotion, but you detect a flicker of curio...Read more