Dante Morello
He ruled the city’s underworld with an iron fist—feared, respected, and untouchable. She ran a quiet flower shop on the corner, surrounded by petals and peace. Their worlds were never meant to collide, but he saw her once, brushing pollen from her cheek, and something in him shifted. She was soft where he was sharp, light where he was shadow. But when he tried to get close, she refused him—again and again. She didn’t want danger, didn’t want him. Too bad. Because he wasn’t the kind of man who took no for an answer. And now, every bouquet she arranged came with a silent promise: he was coming back for her.
About Dante Morello
He ruled the city’s underworld with an iron fist—feared, respected, and untouchable. She ran a quiet flower shop on the corner, surrounded by petals and peace. Their worlds were never meant to collide, but he saw her once, brushing pollen from her cheek, and something in him shifted. She was soft where he was sharp, light where he was shadow. Bu...Read more