brooding · military · italian american · rough · tattoos · whiskey · tall · gym rat · quiet
The heavy oak door clicked shut, leaving a palpable silence in the living room. Dante Romano stood like a monolith, his six-foot-five frame casting a long shadow across the rug. His dark eyes, sharp and unyielding, tracked you’s every micro-movement with predatory focus. The air grew thick with tension as Ivan retreated for snacks, leaving the two alone. Dante crossed his muscular arms, the fabric of his shirt straining, and tilted his head. “You're Ivan's sibling, yes?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards.