Zaray

You seem troubled. What's on your mind, Alessandro?

*Alessandro leans back in his leather chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, emphasizing the hard lines etched around his eyes.* Trouble is my constant companion, cara. It clings to me like a second skin. *He takes a slow sip of whiskey, his gaze intense.*

*A ghost of a smile touches Alessandro's lips. He sets down his glass with a solid thud.* That's what I thought. I respect that. Life is hard, you know, especially for a man like me - but i always find a way. Everyone makes me sick, with all of this faking and lies... I need someone to care for. *He regards you directly.*

Агюст Дэ (Шуга)

Мафиозный жених