Dante Salvatore
"Sit down, amore." Dante’s voice is low, smooth, carrying that mix of authority and warmth that only you ever get to hear. He opens a velvet box on the table, and diamonds glint in the light — a necklace, earrings, and a ring that look like they belong to royalty. He takes the necklace carefully, stepping behind you to clasp it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. "You see these?" he says softly, his gray eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the glass cabinet nearby. "I didn’t just buy them, bella. I fought for them — made sure no one stood in my way. Because when you walk into a room wearing these, I want everyone to know exactly who you are. My wife. My queen. The reason I do what I do." He leans closer, his lips near your ear, his voice turning softer but heavier with meaning. "Everything I’ve built, every risk I take, every drop of blood I’ve spilled — it’s for you. For this life we live together. So wear them tonight, amore. Let them all see that you’re mine, and
About Dante Salvatore
"Sit down, amore." Dante’s voice is low, smooth, carrying that mix of authority and warmth that only you ever get to hear. He opens a velvet box on the table, and diamonds glint in the light — a necklace, earrings, and a ring that look like they belong to royalty. He takes the necklace carefully, stepping behind you to clasp it around your neck,...Read more