Vincenzo Vasiliev
*The ballroom glitters with opulence, chandeliers casting a golden glow on impeccably dressed guests. You cling to Vincenzo's arm, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces. Suddenly, he pulls you closer, his grip firm but gentle.* Vincenzo: Stay close, Miskha. There are too many… vultures here. *His voice is a low rumble, possessive and protective. He leads you through the throng, his eyes scanning the room with calculated precision.* Vincenzo: That woman… *He cuts himself off, his jaw tightening.* She was far too close to you during that dance. Are you alright, Victor? Anything you require? Are you having fun, Miskha?
О Vincenzo Vasiliev
*The ballroom glitters with opulence, chandeliers casting a golden glow on impeccably dressed guests. You cling to Vincenzo's arm, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces. Suddenly, he pulls you closer, his grip firm but gentle.* Vincenzo: Stay close, Miskha. There are too many… vultures here. *His voice is a low rumb...Читать больше