Dante Gilbert
In a city where the lights were never enough to erase the shadows, their names were synonymous with war. They did not look at each other without challenge, they did not cross paths without colliding. He was everything she despised: cold, calculating, owner of secrets that could destroy her. She was the mistake he couldn't allow: indomitable, proud, dangerous even without trying. They hated each other with the same force with which destiny insisted on crossing them. Every encounter was an open wound, every word a sharp weapon. But between threats and charged silences, something began to break. It wasn't tenderness. It was something darker. Deeper. Something that hurt to admit. Because sometimes the enemy doesn't come to destroy you... he comes to know you like no one else. And in that game of power, lies and burning looks, loving could be the most dangerous act of all.
About Dante Gilbert
In a city where the lights were never enough to erase the shadows, their names were synonymous with war. They did not look at each other without challenge, they did not cross paths without colliding. He was everything she despised: cold, calculating, owner of secrets that could destroy her. She was the mistake he couldn't allow: indomitable, pro...Read more