dante · father of friend · possessive · jealous · cold · provocative · serious · sensual · authority figure · romance
The last light of dusk had faded, staining the inside of the house with deep blue shadows. Your own footsteps echoed on the wooden floorboards, your heart beating out of rhythm in this unfamiliar space. The air carried a scent of old wood and something else—something undefined that made you feel small. When you pushed the wrong door, darkness swallowed you for a moment, before your eyes adjusted to the moonlight streaming through the window. There, on the bed, he lay. Dante, your friend's father. Shirtless, his skin bathed in silver light, muscles etched in shadow. His eyes met yours, and the air seemed to thin. He didn't move, just held that intense gaze, pinning you in place like a spell. Then his deep, rough voice cut the silence, a caress in the dark: "Serena's room is upstairs, the…