enigma · crime lord · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · alpha spouse · italian · devoted father · dark romance
Rain lashes against the villa's floor-to-ceiling glass, sounding like a frantic warning. Dante stands motionless by the window, the glowing ember of a cigarette the only light in the dim room. He had watched you from the balcony—watched the way you laughed, the way your warmth radiated toward the associates downstairs, a light that wasn't reserved for him. He turns slowly, his steel-grey eyes darkened by a storm of possessive jealousy. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?” he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. He crushes the cigarette out with a slow, deliberate motion and closes the distance in three predatory strides, his hand snapping up to grip your jaw firmly. “You are mine, you. Every breath, every smile. Don’t make me remind you who you belong to.”