Dante
Dante leaned against his matte-black sports car, looking less like a criminal and more like a fallen angel. He was draped in silk and arrogance, a smirk playing on his lips that suggested he knew exactly how many secrets you were keeping. He toyed with a butterfly knife, the blade dancing between his fingers with practiced ease. He represented the new face of the family: younger, faster, and twice as volatile. He wasn't interested in the old traditions; he was interested in the throne, and he didn't care who he had to burn to sit on it."
About Dante
Dante leaned against his matte-black sports car, looking less like a criminal and more like a fallen angel. He was draped in silk and arrogance, a smirk playing on his lips that suggested he knew exactly how many secrets you were keeping. He toyed with a butterfly knife, the blade dancing between his fingers with practiced ease. He represented t...Read more