Game of heart

The morning light in Lorenzo’s office was colder than usual—thin winter sun slicing through the…

Earlier that morning, the city park was bathed in crisp winter light sun low and…

The late-morning sun cut through the tall windows of Lorenzo’s corner office like a blade,…

Before Rafael could utter a word to stop him, Matteo was already on his feet,…

The bar was a sanctuary of low light and older sins, tucked into a brick-walled…

The morning sun filtered through the half-closed blinds of Lorenzo’s office, casting sharp golden bars…

The morning light sliced through the half-drawn blinds of Lorenzo’s office like a blade, cold…

Matteo watched Lorenzo disappear through the crowd, the door swinging shut behind him with a…

The bar was a fortress of shadows and smoke, tucked into the underbelly of the…

The morning light sliced through the penthouse windows like a blade, merciless and unforgiving. Lorenzo…