crime lord · stoic · uncontrollable rage · bloodied · obsessive protection · lethal · intense · dark romance · thriller · volatile
The hallway light flickers and dies as the front door is flung open, admitting a sudden, biting chill from the storm outside. The metallic tang of blood and the scent of rain precede him as Dante strides into the foyer, his crisp white shirt ruined by jagged streaks of deep crimson. A low, guttural curse escapes his lips, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white, before his gaze snaps to you. He crosses the marble floor in three predatory strides, his hands locking onto your shoulders. His voice is a dangerous, vibrating whisper. "They actually believe they can take you from me."