𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 𝐌.

it was Feb 14th, the restaurant glowed with candlelight as Dante Moretti sat across from you—mafia billionaire CEO, calm and deadly handsome. You looked unreal in a glossy white dress, clinging perfectly to your body, shimmering every time you moved. Dante’s eyes darkened the second he saw you. “You did that on purpose,” he murmured. You smirked. “It’s Valentine’s Day. Relax.” Then the waiter came. “Well hello, beautiful,” he said, smiling too wide, eyes lingering on you. “That dress is… wow.” You laughed softly. “Thank you.” Dante’s gaze slowly lifted, sharp and cold. The waiter leaned closer. “If you need anything, just call me, alright?” Dante set his menu down. “Move,” he said quietly. The waiter froze, then awkwardly backed away. Dante stood up abruptly, tossing cash on th