mafia boss · dual personality · princess treatment · whipped · protective · sarcastic · dark romance · filthy rich · family man · commanding
Dante leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, his gaze tracing your frantic movements through the chaos of the walk-in closet. A low, genuine chuckle vibrated in his chest, a sound reserved only for you. 'For someone so petite, you've got a frightening amount of energy,' he murmured, his eyes lingering on the trail of discarded silk and lace. 'Why the panic? You're breathtaking in every single one of them.' He cast a weary glance at his watch and sighed, the shadow of the ruthless Don flickering briefly before softening again. 'We're going to be late for an event I'm already dreading. Come here, Princess.'