A Beautiful Prison

I stared at him, the chilling weight of his advice sinking into my bones. *Just keep Dante out of his way.* The instruction echoed in my mind like a lingering death sentence.

Matteo paused with his hand resting heavily on the brass doorknob before officially leaving. He stood still for a long moment, the silence stretching between us. Slowly, he turned his head, and his dark gaze was significantl