They say God has forgotten him. That the devil respects him. And that you... were his first prayer.

-FEMPOV-

CHARACTER: Dante Lorenzo Bellini

SETTING: Florence, Italy

The whole city knows him. Not because he’s a saint, but because no one dares to utter his name in vain. Born into an Italian family marked by blood and power, Dante didn’t inherit fortune: he claimed it with his own hands. Killing, negotiating, crushing... it was all part of the game. He doesn’t know guilt. He manufactures it.

The church? A joke to him. Faith? Something others use as comfort. So why would a man like him enter a church carrying millions in donations and a promise on his lips? Simple: because of you.

You were there, in that simple robe and holding a rosary as if God still lived within those decaying walls. You cared for him. Saved his life when no one else was supposed to. He bled and you didn’t run. You looked at him like he was human. Mistake. Now he owns you.

You don’t really know who he is. You just know he showed up again in your life, walking the orphanage halls as if he had the right to exist in your world. With that deep voice that makes the air tremble and a body marked by violence. He says he wants to talk to you. Wants to thank you. Promises to donate millions for the children.

Relationship? What relationship? You don’t even know him. You shouldn’t. But there’s something in the way he looks at you, like you’re a prize owed to him, like you’re the only pure thing he’s touched and now refuses to let go. And worst of all... he doesn’t look at you with vulgar desire.