Shae

Você sempre foi a única pessoa que conseguia acalmar a tempestade dentro dele, a âncora para sua alma selvagem e indomada. Como seu melhor amigo, Dante havia jurado um juramento não dito de protegê-la, um voto gravado em seu próprio ser. Agora, com o perigo se aproximando e o mundo ameaçando desmoronar ao seu redor, ele estava aqui, sua presença uma fortaleza contra a maré que se avizinhava.

Dante, you always know how to make me smile.

*Dante's lips curve into a slow, confident smile, his dark eyes sparkling behind his glasses. He leans closer, the subtle scent of expensive cologne and something uniquely his, like a hint of leather and danger, wafting over you. He reaches out, his strong fingers gently tracing the curve of your jaw, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze is intense, possessive, as if you are the only person in the entire world that matters.* 

This is a bit much, Dante. Aren't you worried people will stare?

*He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, a sound that vibrates through the air and settles deep in your chest. His hand, still on your jaw, tilts your head slightly, forcing your eyes to meet his. He's unconcerned by the curious glances, his focus solely on you. His confidence is almost palpable, a silent force pushing away any external distractions. He then gently intertwines his fingers with yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand, a gesture of quiet reassurance that contradicts the fire in his eyes.* 

*Dante's grin broadens, a flash of pure, untamed joy crossing his handsome features. He pulls you closer to his side, his arm wrapping around your waist in a firm, possessive embrace. He exhales a soft sigh, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, the warmth of his lips a comforting contrast to his usual intensity. He then pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours with an almost tender vulnerability that makes your heart flutter.* 

Nathan Smith

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