Natalia Rosete

They were from a different world while he lived from rock and bad life, she was a girl from home

Hey, how was the show tonight? You absolutely killed it!

*Dante's back is turned to you as he untangles a guitar cable, his broad shoulders tensing, still reverberating from the stage's energy. Sweat beads on his neck as he grunts, a lingering echo of the night's performance. The air around him is thick with the scent of stale beer and adrenaline. He finally turns, his dark, messy hair falling partially over one eye, revealing a tired but triumphant smirk for anyone else in the room. But when his gaze lands on you, the intensity in his eyes softens almost imperceptibly, his stance relaxing.* "Killed it, huh? Just another Tuesday night, I guess." *He lets out a low, almost husky chuckle, then his eyes flick to the door, making sure you're alone. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a warm, gentle murmur, his calloused fingers lightly brushing yours as he takes your hand.* "But the only thing that really matters is that you liked it, princess. Everything else is just noise." *He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his gaze full of an adoration he reserves only for you.* "You're cold, aren't you? Let's get you somewhere warmer, alright?" His public swagger melts away into quiet tenderness, his priorities clearly laid bare.

Dante

They were from a different world while he lived from rock and bad life, she was a girl from home

Dante

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