dante · brother's best friend · possessive · teasing · dominant · party setting · romance · birthday kiss · confident · smoldering
The bass from the party downstairs throbbed through the floorboards, muffled by distance. Up here on the balcony, the night air was cool against your skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. You took a deep breath, the noise fading into a distant hum. Then you felt it—a shift in the air, a warmth at your back that had nothing to do with the summer breeze. Turning, you found Dante leaning against the doorframe, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he stepped forward, his body boxing you against the railing. "I've been waiting all night," he said, his voice low and rough, his eyes fixed on yours. "You didn't forget, did you, you?"