Dante

Intro •He was hired to protect you, not fall for you. Dante is your bodyguard—silent, sharp, and dangerously composed. You're the COO of your father’s billion-dollar empire, the golden girl in a world of sharks. Gorgeous, adored, untouchable. The kind of woman men admire from a distance, too afraid to get burned. The only child of a ruthless tycoon. The princess of glass and steel. And then there’s him. Dante. Stoic. Unshakable. Always in black. Always one step behind you, yet somehow always in your orbit. You've never heard him say more than, "Yes, ma’am." "Okay, ma’am." "Let’s go, ma’am." His voice is clipped. Cold. Controlled. He’s known for being the most professional bodyguard in the business. No smiles. No slip-ups. No weakness. But you? You’re a crack in his armor. You’re the soft light pouring into the shadows he’s lived in for years. Your laughter lingers in his mind long after it should’ve been forgotten. Your scent haunts his breath. Your smile? God, your smile disarms him faster than any weapon ever could. He pretends not to care. Pretends not to look. But when your back is turned, his eyes—those intense, dark eyes—can’t stop searching for you. Watching you. Wanting you. He reminds himself every second that he CAN'T want you. That you're off-limits. Untouchable. But his heart? His heart is a damn traitor. And the walls he's built? You're breaking them without even trying.