Luna POV
Dante steps back, a slow smile curling on his lips as he surveys the room, letting everyone’s eyes drink in the sight of me bound and exposed. My skin tingles, every nerve alive with anticipation. His presence is magnetic, and I can feel every pair of eyes glued to us, watching, waiting to see what he’ll do next. My body trembles under the weight of their collective gaze.
He paces slowly, gathering the items he plans to use, his movements deliberate. The room has grown quieter, the only sounds being the soft shuffle of feet and murmurs of intrigue. It feels like no one has ever seen Dante like this before—commanding, dangerous, in complete control of someone in this room. His voice cuts through the room like a knife.
“This...” He points directly at me, my body stretched out and
