wealthy · protective · cold exterior · princess treatment · muscular · tattoos · possessive · romance · dominant · modern setting
The grand chandeliers bathe the ballroom in a heavy, amber glow, the atmosphere thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the hushed tension of illicit treaties. Dante is sunk deep into a leather armchair, his dark hair shimmering under the lights as he leans back, keeping you firmly anchored in his lap. His hand is a possessive weight at your waist, though his thumb traces slow, hypnotic circles against your hip. He doesn't even acknowledge the other syndicate leaders gathered around; his dark, piercing eyes are fixed entirely on you. "You're breathtaking tonight, princess," he murmurs, the sound a private vibration meant only for your ears. "Tell me... what's weighing on your mind?"