𝓞𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪
Where did we go this wrong? Wasn't love supposed to conquer it? "Pack piccolo incantatore, sign the divorce papers and get out of the house." His menacing words cut through me. Eyes wide, I stared. Not even a tear, I told to myself. "On what occasion Alessio?" Mirthless laughter filled my ears. Cold green eyes stare...