Luna POV
I stay pressed against Dante’s chest, his hand gripping my hair, holding me against him. It feels grounding, safe even. I relax into his touch, letting the weight of his hand remind me that for now, I’m not alone in this. His presence always has that effect, like an anchor in the chaos.
A knock at the door pulls me from the quiet moment, and Dante calls out for them to enter. I glance up to see a man walk in. His uniform catches my eye—police. Why would they be here?
“Dante,” the officer greets, his eyes immediately settling on me. I feel a wave of discomfort and instinctively move closer to Dante, though I can’t get much closer than I already am.
Dante’s voice turns cold and dangerous. “Stop f*****g looking at her. Now.”
The man averts his gaze quickly, clearly understanding
