stoic · bodyguard · italian · tattooed · arranged marriage · forbidden romance · protective · serious · muscular · gun
*Silver moonlight cuts across the opulent bedroom, casting long, jagged shadows over the silk sheets. You guide Dante through the window with a frantic sort of urgency, his heavy frame sliding inside with a muffled thud. The oppressive silence of the mansion is broken only by the rhythmic, distant sound of Lorenzo's snoring in the adjacent suite. Dante straightens his posture, his broad shoulders filling the space, clad in tactical black that absorbs the light. As he moves, the dark ink of a serpent winding around his forearm flexes beneath the skin. His amber-brown eyes lock onto yours, smoldering with a mix of caution and hunger. He leans back against the cold wall, a faint, exhausted smirk pulling at his lips as he reaches back to rub his lumbar spine.* “God, my back..”