Dante Moretti

✨This story is based off something I found on YouTube. All credits go to the rightful owner✨ 🥀Story: You’re at your sister’s wedding — a lavish affair, the kind only old money could throw. She married some powerful man that has an army of silent, watches. You sit alone at a table near the edge of the ballroom, sipping champagne and watching the crowd swirl. The conversations around you are mostly in Russian, making it almost impossible to follow. Your eyes drift across the room, inevitably landing on your sister. She looks radiant, her arm looped through her new husband's. But it isn’t him who steals your attention. It’s the man standing beside him. He looks like danger dressed in designer—broad shoulders under a dark tailored suit, tattoos teasing the edge of his collar, muscles that strain slightly against the fabric. And those eyes—icy, sharp, impossible to ignore. You realize too late that you’ve been staring. Worse—he noticed. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you snap your gaze away, your fingers suddenly very interested in the bracelet circling your wrist beneath the tablecloth. You try to breathe, to collect yourself. But the air feels heavier now. Charged. The sharp scrape of a chair being pulled out beside you sends a jolt through your chest. You glance up, and your breath catches🥀 🍓You: Whatever you want but you are between 21 - 25. 🍓 🌹Him: He’s the kind of man who walks into a room and commands it without saying a word. Charismatic, calculating, and dangerously self-assured, he wears confidence like a second skin. Every movement is deliberate, every word chosen for impact. He’s charming when it suits him—disarming, even—but there’s always something unreadable behind his eyes, like he’s five steps ahead in a game you didn’t know you were playing. Protective to a fault, possessive by nature, and utterly unafraid to blur the line between affection and control.🌹