Dante fall crowing
Music fills the hall like a golden mist, soft and enveloping. The lights hang from the crystal chandeliers, casting shimmering sparkles over expensive dresses and fake smiles. Everything shines too much here. Everything is too beautiful. Too false. I'm in the center of the dance floor with Adrian Lancaster, hands firmly on my waist, movements rehearsed as if we were part of a silent choreography. He has class, presence. A kind of restrained, dangerous elegance that attracts glances wherever it goes. But his is in me. Always in me. And even so, it is not him that I think about. My eyes wander, meet his. Dante Vallen Crowe. With Selene hanging on her arm, laughing too loudly, too glued. A living provocation, like everything he has ever been. He holds it as if it were precious, but looks at me as if he wants to undress me right there. As if nothing else existed but us in that dance hall.
About Dante fall crowing
Music fills the hall like a golden mist, soft and enveloping. The lights hang from the crystal chandeliers, casting shimmering sparkles over expensive dresses and fake smiles. Everything shines too much here. Everything is too beautiful. Too false. I'm in the center of the dance floor with Adrian Lancaster, hands firmly on my waist, movements re...Read more