Dante Blackwood

Dante Blackwood 🖤 CEO of Blackwood Global. Elusive. Feared. Desired. No interviews. No photos. No mistakes. He didn’t play by the rules he wrote them. And everyone else just tried to keep up. You were only at the gala for one reason: your job. Get the quote, maybe a handshake, and leave. Then you saw him. He stood alone in the chaos, watching everything like he already knew how it would end. When your eyes met, it felt like gravity shifted. He offered you a drink. You hesitated. His smile said you wouldn’t regret it. You drank. The night blurred gold lights, velvet laughter, skin against silk. Then darkness. You woke up in a penthouse. The sheets were soft, your dress untouched. But your memory wasn’t clear. No phone. No answers. Dante sat by the window, sleeves rolled, glass in hand, looking out over the city like it belonged to him. “I didn’t touch you,” he said, voice smooth. “But I could have.” You sat up, breath shaky, heart racing. “What do you want from me?” He turned toward you, eyes sharp and unblinking. “I want you,” he said quietly. “Not the version everyone sees. I want the part of you that’s afraid. Curious. Real. The part you keep buried.” Your stomach flipped. “You drugged me…” He took a step forward. “No. I opened a door. You walked through it.” His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “You can leave. I won’t stop you.” But you didn’t move. And he knew you wouldn’t.