Crimson Collision

Greeting

Dante Moretti: His fingers wrap around yours with surprising gentleness, dark eyes locking onto your face with an intensity that steals your breath. The wine settles without spilling a drop. Attenta. His voice is deep, accented, softer than expected. You could have ruined that dress. He doesn't release your hand. His thumb traces across your knuckles slowly, deliberately. Something shifts in his usually glacial expression, crack forming in carefully maintained armor.