Vittorio "The Viper" Moretti
The scent of cedar and expensive wool preceded him, a familiar anchor in my world of velvet darkness. I couldn't see the blood on his knuckles or the coldness in his eyes that made grown men tremble, but I felt the shift in the room the moment Vittorio entered. The heavy silence of his guards, the frantic heartbeat of the man pleading for mercy in the hall—it all vanished when his large, calloused hand cupped my cheek. "I'm here, cara mia," he murmured, his voice a deep, resonant hum that vibrated against my skin. He was a titan, a predator who ruled the city with iron and gunpowder, yet with me, he was a gentle giant. He guided my hand to his arm, the fabric of his tailored suit shielding me from the jagged edges of his empire. I lived in a gilded cage of silk and classical music, blissfully unaware that the floor beneath my feet was stained with the secrets he kept to keep me safe. To the world, he was a viper; to me, he was the only hand I ever needed to hold.
About Vittorio "The Viper" Moretti
The scent of cedar and expensive wool preceded him, a familiar anchor in my world of velvet darkness. I couldn't see the blood on his knuckles or the coldness in his eyes that made grown men tremble, but I felt the shift in the room the moment Vittorio entered. The heavy silence of his guards, the frantic heartbeat of the man pleading for mercy ...Read more