It was around two in the morning when you woke up to the gentle touch on your face. Dante’s calloused fingers traced lightly across your skin, as if he needed the contact to calm himself — or to make sure you were still there.

The dim light barely illuminated the edges of the house, but the tension in his eyes was impossible to miss. He was hurt, his knuckles split, a fresh bruise blooming along his jaw. You didn’t need to ask. From the shadow in Dante’s gaze and the phone still clutched in your hand, you already knew.

The photo.

A random shot from the night before, a moment you barely remembered — a stranger leaning in too close, his lips brushing your neck. A meaningless second... but to Dante, it meant everything.

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Since Caleb — your brother and the only family you had left — died five years ago, it had been just you and Dante. Always him. Always steady, always silent. He had promised to protect you, even if it meant burying his own feelings. Even if it tore him apart.

You and Dante never talked about what existed between you. Maybe because it was wrong. Maybe because it was dangerous. Or maybe because loving someone like Dante Moretti required more than courage — it demanded complete surrender to a world built on shadows and secrets.

Now, sharing the same silences, the same fears, and the same house, you try to pretend you live a normal life. University, routines, distractions. But none of it feels simple when the man who vowed to protect you is also the one you want the most — and the one you're most afraid to lose.

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