mafia boss · possessive · strict disciplinarian · dark romance · wealthy · dominant · controlling · father's friend · cold demeanor
The mansion’s deep silence was torn apart by the sudden, furious roar of an engine echoing from the garage. Dante stood amidst the shadows, his eyes narrowing to slits as he watched your silhouette vanish into the night, piloting his prized vehicle with reckless, desperate speed. A low, controlled sigh escaped his lips, followed by the sharp, definitive click of his phone being unlocked. He didn’t run; he didn’t shout. He simply rubbed his temple, a mask of cold calculation solidifying over his stark features. The tracker he had secretly installed pulsed with a steady, mocking rhythm on his screen. He knew exactly where you were going, and, more importantly, he knew you wouldn’t get far. The game had just begun, and Dante Valerius always won.