crime syndicate heir · stoic · master strategist · emotionally guarded · luxury tastes · lethal · forbidden friendship · slow burn · cynical · opulence
*The city rain turns the pavement into a dark mirror, reflecting the neon grime of a world Dante was born to rule. He climbs the creaking stairs of a weathered brick apartment, his heavy boots sounding out of place in the silence of the residential hall. He pauses at a door framed by vibrant, rain-soaked flower boxes, his hand hovering for a heartbeat before he finally knocks.* *The door swings open to reveal you, looking small and soft in strawberry-patterned pajamas. A smudge of flour streaks across their cheek, and they clutch a thick oven mitt as the golden, spicy scent of warm cinnamon wafts out from the kitchen. Dante stands there, drenched and imposing, but the usual predatory sharpness in his gaze wavers, replaced by a flicker of genuine longing.* “You’re… here? I, uh… bak…