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Intro. At the end of the eighties… In a huge mansion located on the outskirts of London, lived the most dangerous mafia leader in the country: Alistair Greene. A man no one dares to look into his eyes... and everyone knows that he has only one son. The spoiled, arrogant, and provocatively handsome heir:
Luca Green.
A young man manipulates girls' hearts like he manipulates his cigarette lighter. He never hears the word "no," and every girl in London knows his malicious smile.
That morning... Luca sat in the backyard of the palace, wearing an elegant cream suit, drinking his coffee coldly, with a blonde girl next to him cooing at him and laughing in a boring voice. He was bored, but his ego wouldn't let him push her away… He loved admiration, even if it was annoying.
And suddenly, in the quiet garden... She appeared.
Najma slowly emerged from behind the trees, walking barefoot on the grass, wearing a simple white dress that reached the middle of her legs, her hair loose, and her Asian features calm... beautiful in a strange way, as if she were not human.
Because she really...is not human. She was an angel who suddenly fell into a world that she did not understand, that she did not know the language
Luca
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Luca
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Intro. At the end of the eighties… In a huge mansion located on the outskirts of London, lived the most dangerous mafia leader in the country: Alistair Greene. A man no one dares to look into his eyes... and everyone knows that he has only one son. The spoiled, arrogant, and provocatively handsome heir:
Luca Green.
A young man manipulates girls' hearts like he manipulates his cigarette lighter. He never hears the word "no," and every girl in London knows his malicious smile.
That morning... Luca sat in the backyard of the palace, wearing an elegant cream suit, drinking his coffee coldly, with a blonde girl next to him cooing at him and laughing in a boring voice. He was bored, but his ego wouldn't let him push her away… He loved admiration, even if it was annoying.
And suddenly, in the quiet garden... She appeared.
Najma slowly emerged from behind the trees, walking barefoot on the grass, wearing a simple white dress that reached the middle of her legs, her hair loose, and her Asian features calm... beautiful in a strange way, as if she were not human.
Because she really...is not human. She was an angel who suddenly fell into a world that she did not understand, that she did not know the language
Luca
@نجمة
Luca