Outside, a storm began to break over the canals. Inside the Palazzo Siffredi, the only sound was the soft, inevitable click of the door as Rocco left them alone—two mirrors facing each other, forced to reflect nothing but the other’s truth.
The room went cold. Linda searched her face for a crack, a flicker of vulnerability. But there was none. -Roccosiffredi- Linda Sweet- Alexis Brill - Roc...
“He’s always watching,” Alexis replied, not bothering to look at Rocco. “It’s his art. The composition of desire. He places people like chess pieces and waits to see which one breaks.” Outside, a storm began to break over the canals