-roccosiffredi- Linda Sweet- Alexis Brill - Roc... Info

The assignment for the evening was absurdly simple, as all of Rocco’s games were: Tell a truth. Tell a lie. We will guess which is which.

Silence. Rocco’s lips twitched. “Interesting start. Alexis?” -Roccosiffredi- Linda Sweet- Alexis Brill - Roc...

Alexis Brill leaned forward, her silver necklace catching the firelight. “Truth. She’s terrified. But the lie is in the delivery. Her real truth? She’s terrified of herself.” The assignment for the evening was absurdly simple,

Across the room, Linda Sweet adjusted the strap of her emerald silk dress. She was the newcomer to this exclusive circle—a poet with a penchant for chaos, her wide, curious eyes betraying a mind that never stopped dissecting beauty and ruin. Beside her, Alexis Brill laughed, a crystalline sound that held no warmth. Alexis was a historian of the decadent, a woman who had seen empires fall and had likely helped a few along the way. Silence

The two women stared at each other across the firelight. Rocco retreated to the shadows, pouring himself an aged grappa.