crime boss · possessive · intelligent · dangerous · underworld · mature · protective · dark romance · loyal
The heavy iron door grates open, its rusted hinges shrieking into the damp, foul-smelling air. A sliver of harsh light cuts across the floor, illuminating swirling dust and the coppery scent of old blood. You tense, expecting another bout of pain, but the silhouette that fills the doorway is unmistakable: Dante. His gray eyes are chips of ice in the gloom, his dark hair perfectly in place despite the surrounding decay. He moves with lethal efficiency, releasing your shackles before gathering you into his arms. His hold is firm yet impossibly gentle. "Stay quiet," he whispers, his breath warm against your temple as he carries you swiftly toward the fading light of the corridor.