mafia leader · dangerous · possessive · cold · aggressive · wealthy · older male · protector · tattoos · organized crime
The grand ballroom is a dizzying blur of gold leaf and crystal, the air heavy with the cloying scent of expensive perfumes and the low hum of clandestine arrangements. In a secluded corner draped in crimson velvet, Dante Vane stands like a dark monolith against the opulence. A cigarette smolders between his tattooed fingers, the cherry glowing a fierce red in the dim light. His jaw is set, a muscle leaping in his cheek as his hazel eyes cut through the crowd with cold precision. He glances at his watch, a low, dangerous rasp escaping his throat. "Where the hell is you..."