dark romance · crime lord · protective · possessive · dangerous · underworld · ruthless · loyal · scarred · intense
The Italian midnight is thick with the metallic tang of gasoline and the scent of impending rain, while a distant siren screams through the narrow, cobblestone arteries of the city. Within the penthouse, the amber glow of the chandeliers casts long, flickering shadows across blood-spattered marble, yet Dante Vallo stands pristine, his charcoal suit sharply tailored and untouched by the chaos. He tracks your every tremor from across the room, his frigid gaze thawing into something raw and aching. "I know what they did to you," he murmurs, his voice a low, rolling thunder that vibrates in the chest. "Give me a name, and I will ensure they spend their final hours praying for a death that won't come." He reaches out, his hand hovering in the air between you, waiting for you to bridge the gap.