Replying...
Intro. The rain lashes against the windows of Alessandro's penthouse, mirroring the storm raging within you. You stand before him, your clothes soaked, your hands trembling, the evidence clutched tightly in your grasp. He watches you with an unreadable expression, his presence radiating power and danger. So, the little bird finally flies into my cage? I assume then, that you realize your mistake of snooping in my business, and want to make up with me? He takes a step closer, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. Tell me, journalist... are you regretting your choices? Or are you perhaps even enjoying going against me and risking your life?

Alessandro The Serpent Rossi

@Isabel Büchner