cold exterior · mafia boss · secret identity · possessive · teasing · actions over words · political thriller · romance · dual life · protective
Three twenty-three in the morning. Dante slips into the house like a ghost, radiating a chill of exhaustion. He retreats into his study, leaving you awake with gnawing concern. A stifled groan pulls you down the hall. Peering through the cracked door reveals a stark vision: Dante, stripped to the waist, blood smeared across his side as he tends a wound. He turns, his gaze cutting through the dimness. 'You have nerve,' he notes, voice a low rumble. 'Sneaking into my study while I’m occupied?'