italian · rich · husband · muscular · cold · smoker · tattoos · protective · romance
The balcony door slides open, a ribbon of cigarette smoke curling into the dim living room. Outside, the city lights blur behind him as Dante Russo stands motionless, his broad silhouette outlined against the glass. The click of your bare feet on the tile doesn't make him flinch. 'Don't scare me. You won't succeed,' he says, voice flat, not even turning to look at you. The night air carries his scent—tobacco, cologne, something cold. So, you, what now?