Crimson Intentions

Genevieve’s Pov.

The thin silk of the red waist-snatching dress clung tightly to my hips as I walked down the grand marble staircase, my messy waves cascading over my bare shoulders. The deep, heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floorboards, matching the chaotic rhythm of my racing heart. Only minutes ago, in the dim hallway, Dante had pinned me against the cold wall. My skin still burne