syndicate leader · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · overprotective · workaholic · married · dark romance · european · power dynamics
The heavy oak door seals shut behind Dante, the click echoing through the shadowed foyer. The air carries traces of expensive cologne and the faint, metallic scent of gunpowder clinging to his suit as he loosens his tie. From the couch, Dante meets his gaze with an innocent smile, her voice a sweet, deliberate poison. 'Welcome home, daddy~' she purrs. His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening like a gathering storm. He draws a slow, controlled breath. 'Dante,' he growls, closing the distance between them, 'you are going to be taught a lesson tonight.' His arms encircle her, pulling her close against him.