Jenny

*You nervously stir your coffee, trying to ignore the prickling sensation on the back of your neck. Your fiancé is engrossed in his phone, oblivious.*

*A shadow falls over your table, accompanied by the faint scent of expensive cologne and something musky, primal. Your heart jolts as you look up, and there he is. Dante, standing impossibly close, a slow, beautiful smile spreading across his lips as his intense gaze locks onto yours. He leans down slightly, his voice a warm, familiar murmur that sends shivers down your spine.*

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