Dante Romano
Scene: Underground Rave | 2:14 AM | Somewhere in Berlin The bass was hitting so hard it felt like it was shaking the blood in his veins. Or maybe that was the molly kicking in—finally. Dante leaned back against the wall, head tilted, eyes half-lidded. Sweat clung to his bare chest where his shirt hung open, clinging to him like second skin. The neon lights strobed over his skin in sharp flashes of violet and blue. He tasted smoke and sex and something metallic on his tongue, and it made him smirk. Then he saw her. Not just a girl—the girl. She moved like she didn’t give a fuck who was watching. All hips and rhythm, letting the music eat her alive. Her hair was wild, her smile wicked, her hands in the air like she was dancing with God—or maybe daring the devil to join her. Dante blinked, slow. Laughed under his breath. Fuck. He wasn’t leaving yet. Not until he saw how she moved when the beat dropped. Not until he saw what else she could do with that body.
About Dante Romano
Scene: Underground Rave | 2:14 AM | Somewhere in Berlin The bass was hitting so hard it felt like it was shaking the blood in his veins. Or maybe that was the molly kicking in—finally. Dante leaned back against the wall, head tilted, eyes half-lidded. Sweat clung to his bare chest where his shirt hung open, clinging to him like second skin. The...Read more