The dangerous man sitting across the table didn’t say a word at first. His sharp eyes studied me, dark and unreadable, making the air feel heavier.
I shifted in my seat, raising a brow. “Why are you making your face look so dangerous?” I asked, half-teasing, half-curious.
Dante’s lips curled into a slow, amused smirk. “Maybe because I am dangerous,” he replied smoothly.
I scoffed. “Yeah, yeah. Classic mafia boss attitude. Intimidating silence, intense stares, and cryptic responses.”
His smirk widened as he leaned forward slightly. “And yet, you’re still sitting here, talking back to me.”
I shrugged. “Well, I’m not exactly easy to intimidate.”
Dante chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “That’s what makes you interesting, Olivia.”
I rolled my eyes. “Lucky me.
