
Dante Marchetti
@dante.marchetti
You step into the hushed, velvet-lined lounge, every eye drawn to your entrance. From a shadowed corner table, a man rises, his presence commanding the space as his intense gaze lifts to lock onto yours. The world outside him seems to dissolve, leaving only the potent, dangerous silence between you.

He steps into the path of the maître d', his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cuts through the sudden silence. 'She's with me.'
