Chapter 70

• Aria stood before him, her heart pounding as she met his gaze. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. She felt beautiful, powerful, and vulnerable all at once, and Dante’s intense scrutiny made her pulse quicken.
• “Beautiful,” he finally said, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the silence. It was a simple word, yet it carried the weight of his obsession, a rare glimpse into the depths of his feelings.
• He rose from the couch, his movements deliberate and fluid. As he stepped closer, the air around them thickened with tension. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the gown, tracing the line of her waist. Aria shivered at his touch, her body responding instinctively to his closeness.