Leone
The moment I cross the threshold of the mansion, rage courses through my veins like wildfire. The image of Fallon outside, naked, terrified, and clinging to my father, haunts me with every step. Her tear-streaked face, her trembling form—this isn’t fear I can ignore. This isn’t something I’ll allow to go unpunished.
“Dante!” I bellow my voice reverberating off the walls as I storm through the corridors. Fallon trails behind with my father, clutching his arm as if it’s her only lifeline. She’s barely keeping up, her fear hanging heavy in the air. But she’s safe now, and my concern for her is only eclipsed by the white-hot fury boiling within me.
Dante emerges from the main hallway, his posture relaxed, and wearing a twisted sneer as he watches me approach. The sight of his smug exp
