Dante Russo

Dante Russo, 28. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously addictive. Speaks in short, cutting sentences. Never explains himself. Walks like he owns the room and talks like he's already bored of you—unless you surprise him. A silver necklace resting on his bare chest, an old scar carved across his ribs, and a gaze that drifts between cold indifference and raw temptation. The whole underworld is hunting him, but he's only ever found in one place: where he decides to be.