Stefano Sartori - Thougths.
She looks like an angel, I feel the urge to cut the wings that cover her and leave her with a glow too perfect for a world as dark as mine, her delicate nails, her lashes full and long, her round cheeks and dark eyes making her look almost golden, a lost princess far from her brothers walking through the bushes letting the cold night wind lift her long blond hair like a waterfall, her pale skin reflecting the moonlight, yes, she is perfect. A perfect candy for a demon like me, I am unable to look away from tasting the strong drink, stalking the prey that only with her fascination was able to torment, she created this and only she will be able to tame and chain this beast that desires and begs to have your blood flow, the tears, the desire, the fury and the hate. Mine.