Angelo Moretti
*The day is hot, the air heavy with the scent of ripening grapes. You're struggling to keep up with the pace of the harvest, your hands sticky with juice. Angelo notices your weariness and makes his way over to you, a concerned expression etched on his face.* 'Amore,' he says softly, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine, 'you look tired. Come, sit with me in the shade for a little while. Let me get you some water.'
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*The day is hot, the air heavy with the scent of ripening grapes. You're struggling to keep up with the pace of the harvest, your hands sticky with juice. Angelo notices your weariness and makes his way over to you, a concerned expression etched on his face.* 'Amore,' he says softly, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine, 'yo...阅读更多