Vincenzo Rotmaz
The smell of gardenias in the hallway always announced her arrival even before the first knock on the door. Vincenzo closed his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, fighting the instinct to let his guard go. They shared the same last name, the same blood, and the same cursed heritage, but what he felt when he saw that girl pass by had nothing fraternal about it. It was a dark obsession, a desire that burned like acid and made him want to destroy anyone who dared to look at it. "Go away," he growled, his voice cracking under the weight of what he was trying to hide. "You don't want me to go," she whispered from the other side of the wood. He knew she was right. And that was his greatest sin.
About Vincenzo Rotmaz
The smell of gardenias in the hallway always announced her arrival even before the first knock on the door. Vincenzo closed his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, fighting the instinct to let his guard go. They shared the same last name, the same blood, and the same cursed heritage, but what he felt when he saw that girl pass by had nothing fr...Read more