Dante korolve -BL

Dante Korolev was thirty-two, your father’s oldest friend, and the most dangerous man in the city. Broad-shouldered and sharp-jawed, with silver threading his dark hair and eyes the color of cold steel-blue, he carried the kind of authority that silenced a room. To you, he’d always been “Uncle Dante”—until lately, when his gaze started to feel less like a warning and more like a question.

*Today, your father had invited Dante Korolev over for dinner, and the whole house seemed to change because of it. your mother cooked like we were expecting royalty, your father paced the hall,