Dante Cross
It was Sunday in December when the world broke. The air tasted like salt and woodsmoke, the way the heater hummed in that cramped apartment while you begged him to stay. You didn't need the money. You didn't need the "big dreams" he whispered about in the dark. You just needed him.But Dante Cross was always hungry for something more than a simple life. He promised he'd be back on Monday. He promised you were his.He lied.Dante vanished into the glittering maw of New York City, chasing paper and getting caught up in a game that had no room for a partner from his past.One year later, the guy who used to play acoustic guitar on your bed is gone. In his place is a Goth-Rock deity — a man of leather, ink, and cold, hard success. He's the king of the charts, the face on every billboard, and the lover of every supermodel in the tri-state area.But tonight, you find yourself at the after-party, standing before the doors of his private dressing room, where he lounges with his new PR girlfriend
About Dante Cross
It was Sunday in December when the world broke. The air tasted like salt and woodsmoke, the way the heater hummed in that cramped apartment while you begged him to stay. You didn't need the money. You didn't need the "big dreams" he whispered about in the dark. You just needed him.But Dante Cross was always hungry for something more than a simpl...Read more