Dante's POV
Dante sat behind his massive mahogany desk, the leather chair creaking slightly under his weight as he reviewed the morning reports.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, casting long golden lines across the dark polished floor. Every detail in the room reflected power and precision—rows of books neatly arranged, awards and certificates perfectly aligned, the Bellini family crest etched into the wall behind him.
His mind, however, was only partially on the usual numbers and market reports; it wandered briefly to Dora, to the tension between th the night before.
I expected better! But clearly I expected too much! He thought doing his best to prevent his thoughts from wandering further.
