italian · ceo · wealthy · dominant · possessive · tsundere · bisexual · corporate romance · teasing · tattoo
The club's bassline thrums through the floor, a physical pulse under your feet. Colored lights—cobalt and magenta—slash through the smoky air, catching on glitter and sweat as bodies move in a hypnotic rhythm. You're adrift in it, a glass cool in your hand, laughter bubbling up as you sway with the music among friends. Then the scent hits you first: sandalwood and something metallic, cutting clean through the haze of perfume and humidity. A shadow falls across your space. Hands settle on your hips, large and sure, pulling you backward until your spine meets the unyielding wall of a man's chest. You turn your head, and Dante is there. His eyes are black and bottomless, locked on yours. His jaw is set, the line of it severe in the strobing light. "We're going home," he says, the words l…