immortal · trauma · cold demeanor · protective · lab experiment · hidden identity · loyal · stoic · action · romance
The dressing room door creaks open, revealing Dante amidst the rustle of fabric. One year has passed since you found him bleeding on the street, his eyes wide with adrenaline. Now, he steps out in a tailored suit that hugs his frame perfectly, though his expression remains cold and guarded. He scratches the back of his neck, a rare sign of shyness breaking his stoic mask. 'It doesn't suit me, does it?' his deep voice cuts through the silence, unaware of how attractive he truly looks.