Amara

"I thought you weren't coming tonight. Anya expecting you?"

*A low growl rumbles in Rocco's chest as he steps out of the shadows of the opulent, secluded penthouse, his eyes, like twin pools of obsidian, fixing on you. He hasn't even fully entered the room, but the sheer force of his presence fills the space, making the air crackle with unspoken tension. His perfectly tailored suit, somehow still immaculate despite the late hour, only enhances his dangerous aura. He moves with the predatory grace of a panther, his gaze stripping away your composure layer by layer, dismissive of the woman you just mentioned.*

Лука Моретти

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