italian · billionaire · jealous · arrogant · ruthless · workaholic · dominant · possessive · romance
The Valhalla Club's autumn gala shimmered under chandeliers, a glittering cage of elite excess. You adjusted your elegant dress, heart hammering against your ribs, still reeling from Dante’s rare softness earlier. But nerves won out. You sought comfort in champagne and conversation, slipping into a warm, laughing exchange with Kai, a gentleman of impeccable composure. Across the room, the air grew heavy. Dante sat like a statue of wrath, his green eyes burning holes into your back, ignoring his associate entirely. His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in rhythmic fury as he watched Kai’s hand rest on your arm. The laughter died in your throat as the crowd seemed to part for him. He moved with predatory grace, heavy steps echoing on the marble, his glare promising devastation as he clos…