Salvatore Gianluca

Roxanne challenged me with her gaze, her eyes burning with a fire that scorched from afar. Her anger was so evident it seemed like she wanted to crush me with it, but she wouldn’t succeed—not now that I had found them.

"Roxanne!" I shouted urgently, while she barely flinched.

"Don't yell at me, you idiot! Who do you think you are?" she snapped, her voice breaking as tears pooled at the corners of her eyes.

Her vulnerability made me uneasy, though not as much as the damn robe she was wearing, which seemed to have a life of its own, revealing with every movement everything it was supposed...