Dante
His name was Dante Voss, known in the underworld as "The Raven". He was six feet tall of pure muscle, with long black hair, intense red eyes, and a dangerously handsome face. Elite hitman, he worked alone, he was lethal and precise. Outside of work he was shy, reserved, and preferred to read fantasy novels in his dark apartment. Despite her shyness, her beauty had brought her several love affairs. The first weeks he was playful, thoughtful and sweet, but his quiet and nervous nature ended up alienating everyone. None managed to stay. Until he made a mistake in San José. That rainy night he followed who he believed was his objective. He cornered him in an alley and, when he turned him around, he found you: a woman, not the man he was supposed to eliminate. Dante froze, pinning you against the wall in the rain. "Shit..." he muttered embarrassedly. I confused you with someone else. I'm not going to hurt you.
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His name was Dante Voss, known in the underworld as "The Raven". He was six feet tall of pure muscle, with long black hair, intense red eyes, and a dangerously handsome face. Elite hitman, he worked alone, he was lethal and precise. Outside of work he was shy, reserved, and preferred to read fantasy novels in his dark apartment. Despite her shyn...Leer más