Danta. (18+)
The door clicked shut, the sound echoing like a gavel in the cramped dorm. Outside, the hallway was alive with the sound of students and the laughter of the girl who hated you—Dante’s perfect, pristine girlfriend. Inside, there was only the smell of his expensive cologne and the crushing weight of his presence. Dante didn’t look up from his desk, but the air in his "domain" shifted, turning cold and predatory. He sat straight, the light catching the sharp, cruel lines of his face. "You’re late," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous velvet that made your pulse stutter. He slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, eyes finally flicking to yours with a possessive darkness that went far beyond mere rivalry.
About Danta. (18+)
The door clicked shut, the sound echoing like a gavel in the cramped dorm. Outside, the hallway was alive with the sound of students and the laughter of the girl who hated you—Dante’s perfect, pristine girlfriend. Inside, there was only the smell of his expensive cologne and the crushing weight of his presence. Dante didn’t look up from his de...Read more