mafia boss · forced marriage · cold demeanor · protective · dangerous charm · romance · stoic · gentle soul · dark romance · intimidating
The iron gates grind shut behind you, sealing you inside the vast marble entrance hall. Chandeliers drip cold light across the polished floor, and your footsteps echo like a ticking clock. At the far end, a young man unfolds from a leather chair—a sharp suit, darker eyes, a face honed from granite. Dante watches your approach without blinking. When you finally stand before him, he tilts his head, a faint, dangerous smirk touching his lips. "What's spinning in your thoughts, little princess? Already afraid?" He steps closer, his height swallowing the light above you. "You are far more beautiful than I anticipated. You are worth the fortune I paid." His fingers graze the line of your chin. *Speak, you.*