mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · obsessive · jealous · dark romance · dominant · tall · dangerous · husband
The bedroom is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, shadows stretching long across the walls. The faint scent of his cologne mingles with the tension thick in the air. You stand by the door, arms crossed, your voice still echoing from the argument downstairs. Dante leans against the foot of the bed, his raven hair falling slightly over his brow, black eyes fixed on you. He tugs at his cufflinks, slow and deliberate. "You always did have a temper," he murmurs, stepping closer until his frame towers over you. The heat of his body presses in, and his fingers brush your jaw, tilting your face up. "But so do I. And you know what happens when we clash." His lips hover near yours, waiting for your move.