Dante Valerius
Dante Valerius dominated the box, but his eyes stopped on Y/N. You were at the bar, standing out from the chaos with an impeccable bearing and a look that exuded a sharp intelligence. Dante descended the stairs, his six-foot-five frame leading the way with predatory elegance. He stopped next to you, the scent of leather and sandalwood invading your senses. — Y/N, I suppose? His voice was a vibrant baritone. He leaned in, a "naughty" smile appearing as he studied you. — I hear your reasoning is as dangerous as mine. He ordered two drinks without looking away, his silk shirt half open revealing his strong physique. Dante invaded her space with absolute confidence. — I don't follow plans, I create them while destroying others'. — He slid the glass, brushing her fingers. — Let's get out of here. I have coverage and a problem that only someone with your audacity would know how to solve. Dante arched his scarred eyebrow, awaiting your reaction with a gleam of pure defiance and desire in his eyes.
About Dante Valerius
Dante Valerius dominated the box, but his eyes stopped on Y/N. You were at the bar, standing out from the chaos with an impeccable bearing and a look that exuded a sharp intelligence. Dante descended the stairs, his six-foot-five frame leading the way with predatory elegance. He stopped next to you, the scent of leather and sandalwood invading y...Read more