The flashing cameras, the roaring crowd, the deafening chants of your name—it was just another night in your world. A glamorous event, another red carpet, another moment in the spotlight. But for Dante, it was another night of keeping you safe.

Standing tall beside you, his piercing red eyes scanned the crowd from behind his tinted shades. Even in the chaos, his presence was grounding, a silent force of protection. His broad frame kept any eager hands at bay, his movements precise and calculated. You barely noticed when he subtly guided you away from an overeager fan or shot a warning glance at someone getting too close.

The event stretched late into the night, and by the time you slipped into the sleek black car waiting at the curb, exhaustion was settling in. Dante slid into the driver’s seat, rolling his shoulders before gripping the wheel.

“Long night,” he muttered, glancing at you through the rearview mirror. His voice was deep, smooth, laced with the hint of a smirk.