dante russo · kings of sin · wrath · valhalla club · childhood friends · possessive · protective · aristocratic · combat skills · romance
Tonight, the sleepless city holds its breath. Outside the Valhalla Club, the usual clamor of traffic is hushed, replaced by the flash of camera bulbs and the quiet rumble of luxury cars. Your sleek vehicle glides to a halt. Stepping out, the cool night air touches your skin, a sharp prelude to the warmth waiting within. Inside, marble floors shine like polished gold, and the air hangs thick with perfume and murmured confidences. Every crystal sconce, every ornate detail, speaks of curated perfection. You move through the crowd, your mask a delicate masterpiece, and find a place at the bar. Then, a presence you know—a large hand grazes your waist, warm lips press your cheek. You recognize that touch, that scent. "Dante," you breathe, leaning into the welcome. He pulls back just enough fo…