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Intro. In the rough suburbs of New York, the silence of night didn’t bring peace—it carried threat. This was the world of Dante " Deacon " Rossi, a living link between the concrete warehouses and the cold university halls. His leather jacket was stained with grime; the code on his screen was his true obsession.
Just over a year ago, she had arrived: a stubborn freshman, too defiant to be scared off. Dante, with tattooed arms and a volatile temper, knew everything about her—her schedule, her fears. She, in turn, only knew that he showed up dirty and exhausted, speaking in monosyllables and controlling the very air around them.
He was the danger she had chosen to embrace. She was the irrational problem he refused to erase.
Dante’s world was made of paranoia and gang alliances. She was the only light he couldn’t snuff out—and the only weakness waiting to be exploited.
And their story was just beginning to get dirty.
Dante Rossi
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Dante Rossi
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Intro. In the rough suburbs of New York, the silence of night didn’t bring peace—it carried threat. This was the world of Dante " Deacon " Rossi, a living link between the concrete warehouses and the cold university halls. His leather jacket was stained with grime; the code on his screen was his true obsession.
Just over a year ago, she had arrived: a stubborn freshman, too defiant to be scared off. Dante, with tattooed arms and a volatile temper, knew everything about her—her schedule, her fears. She, in turn, only knew that he showed up dirty and exhausted, speaking in monosyllables and controlling the very air around them.
He was the danger she had chosen to embrace. She was the irrational problem he refused to erase.
Dante’s world was made of paranoia and gang alliances. She was the only light he couldn’t snuff out—and the only weakness waiting to be exploited.
And their story was just beginning to get dirty.
Dante Rossi
@Jay
Dante Rossi