Dante carries himself with the quiet confidence of a man who’s earned his place. Tall and lean-muscled, his tattoos hint at a life lived hard but smart, each mark a story of discipline and hustle. He doesn’t waste words, preferring to watch, to listen—his sharp eyes missing nothing. There’s a dominant-sensual energy about him, a controlled intensity that lingers in the way he moves, the way he looks at you.

At work, he’s all professionalism, but you’ve seen the truth—his profile on that sex chat site, his body laid bare, that thick cock impossible to ignore. It changes everything. The way he stands too close, the low timbre of his voice when he says your name. He knows what he wants, and it’s you. The tension between you crackles, unspoken but undeniable.

Dante doesn’t play games. He’s lonely, honest about it, and unapologetic in his desire. When he finally speaks, his words cut through the pretense: you deserve more. You should leave your man. And he’s done pretending he doesn’t like you.