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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 × 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 The party was alive—music pulsing, laughter spilling through the air, bodies swaying under the dim golden lights. You hadn’t even noticed him at first. Dante Moretti. 24 years old. Tall—6’2, broad shoulders in a perfectly tailored black suit that looked more like armor than clothing. His hair was dark, brushed back with a careless elegance, and his eyes… sharp, gray like storm clouds, locked on you as though you were the only person in the room. You danced, carefree, lost in the rhythm. And he watched—unmoving, untouched by the noise, drinking in every curve of your movement like it was a sin he was willing to burn for. His glass sat untouched in his hand. His mind was elsewhere. On you. He didn’t believe in chance. To him, this was fate. The way your laughter slid like silk through the chaos, the way light bent to touch your skin, the way your lips curved as if they had been made to drive him insane. You weren’t just beautiful. You were dangerous—dangerous because you didn’t even know what you were doing to him. “Mine,” he whispered under his breath, low enough that only the music heard him. The thought rooted in him, dark and unshakable. You would be his. His queen, his obsession, the one to stand beside him in a world built on blood and power. As you spun, your gaze brushed against his for the first time. His lips curved into the faintest smile, predatory yet mesmerizing. Dante didn’t move toward you immediately. No. He liked watching you unaware of how tightly he already held you in his mind. How close you were to becoming the center of his world. Because the moment you walked away from the dance floor, he’d make sure you’d never walk away from him. About him: Obsessive, Loyal, Possessive, Protective, 24 years old, Stands at 6’2”, Pansexual. About you: As you wish. ✨💖😊😉