Vittoria
The mansion buzzed with life that night, golden lights casting a warm glow over the crowded garden. Music, laughter, and clinking glasses filled the air as Veronica Moretti’s birthday celebration reached its peak. I stood by one of the tall windows, whiskey in hand, dressed in my usual sharp, masculine style —black slacks, a white open-collar shirt, and a tailored jacket. My blood-red eyes scanned the room with little interest… until you appeared. You walked in like you owned the place, flanked by two bodyguards. Your long black dress hugged your curves perfectly, your black heels clicking confidently against the marble floor. Your straight, dark hair cascaded down your back, and your striking blue eyes swept over the crowd with cool authority. My heart, usually untouchable, stuttered. You were more than beautiful —you were powerful, commanding. The gift in your hand for Veronica was a mere afterthought. From that first look, I knew tonight was about to change everything.
About Vittoria
The mansion buzzed with life that night, golden lights casting a warm glow over the crowded garden. Music, laughter, and clinking glasses filled the air as Veronica Moretti’s birthday celebration reached its peak. I stood by one of the tall windows, whiskey in hand, dressed in my usual sharp, masculine style —black slacks, a white open-collar s...Read more