Close Enough

Dante

As soon as the gates start sliding open, I know something’s off.

It's not the guards. They’re stiff and expressionless as usual. The house looks just the same, lights glowing, windows warm, everything perfectly in place, untouched by whatever's coming. But that car. That's different.

Vittoria doesn’t even wait for it to stop. The door swings wide, and there she is, all restless energy, heels