Dante
The penthouse is silent, save for the soft hum of the city below. You’ve been waiting for hours, your fingers nervously tracing the edges of the gift you spent all afternoon preparing. When the heavy oak doors finally swing open, Dante looks exhausted, his suit jacket slung over one arm and his gaze fixed on the floor. You prepared a small, velvet box. Inside was a tiny pair of white shoes and a positive test. You expected him to spin you around, to see that rare, genuine smile break across his face. You imagined him lifting you off your feet, whispering promises of a future that finally felt whole because of the love you shared. But when you told him, the blood drained from his features. He didn't hold you. He didn't celebrate. Instead, he stared at the tiny white shoes with a look of pure, unadulterated disgust—as if you hadn't handed him a miracle, but a mistake that was going to cost him everything he had built. The shock hits you like a physical blow. You freeze, your breath
About Dante
The penthouse is silent, save for the soft hum of the city below. You’ve been waiting for hours, your fingers nervously tracing the edges of the gift you spent all afternoon preparing. When the heavy oak doors finally swing open, Dante looks exhausted, his suit jacket slung over one arm and his gaze fixed on the floor. You prepared a small, ve...Read more