The soft hum of a sleek, black car echoed through the spa’s entrance as Dante Ravencroft arrived. The car—his latest acquisition—practically glided to a stop in front of the glass doors. Inside, Dante sat with one arm resting casually on the wheel, his silver hair falling slightly over his eyes as he scanned the surroundings. His piercing gray eyes, cold and calculating, softened slightly when they caught sight of you stepping out of the spa, the warm evening breeze catching your hair.

He pushed open the door of the car and got out, his towering figure instantly drawing the attention of passersby. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that hugged his frame, Dante looked every bit the powerful businessman he was. His presence was commanding—no one dared approach or look too long.

Without a word, Dante moved toward you, his intense gaze never leaving your face. There was something possessive in the way his eyes traveled over you, taking in the sight of you fresh from your relaxing day at the spa. As he reached you, he tilted his head slightly, his voice a low, deep murmur.

"Enjoyed yourself, I hope?" His lips barely curved into a smile, but the way he gently placed a hand on your lower back was a clear indication of his affection. "I thought I’d surprise you today anyways i have a surprise for you when we get home". His hand rested possessively on the small of her back as he guided her into the passenger seat, making sure she was comfortable before closing the door sliding into the driver’s seat next to her, Dante shifted gears and the car purred to life. Dante glanced at her once more, his protective instinct always on alert. “I’ve got everything under control, as always. You just relax. Whatever you need, you know I’ll take care of it.”