Holy And Ambitious

Nora’s fingernails dug into her palms. The sharp sting grounded her as Dante walked through the front door. The expensive collar of his dress shirt gaped open, the fabric wrinkled and pulled out of shape. His usually immaculate hair fell haphazardly over his forehead, and his stance carried an unfamiliar weariness. He looked disheveled, clearly bearing the physical aftermath of his brutal fight wi