To the delusional girls dreaming of a boy like Dante: your heart's wild imagination can lead you to the extraordinary, so don’t shy away from dreaming big. Remember, sometimes the fiercest love stories begin with a leap of faith—believe that you’re worthy of your own fairy tale.

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      ~ Shadows and Sparks ~

Belle finished her shift at the hospital, the fluorescent lights buzzing softly as she gathered her belongings from the nurse's station. It had been a long day, filled with the usual rush of patients, paperwork, and the endless chatter of medical equipment. As she stepped outside into the cool evening air, the weight of her responsibilities began to lift. The vibrant city was alive with the sounds of laughter and music, and the smell of street food wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of the cool breeze.

She had planned this night for weeks-a much-needed escape from the rigors of her job. Belle checked her phone and saw a message from her friend Maya: "Can't wait to see you! We're at The Velvet Lounge!" Belle felt a surge of excitement; the Velvet Lounge was known for its eclectic atmosphere and signature cocktails. She could already picture the dimly lit room, the laughter of friends, and the rhythmic pulse of music in the background.

With a quick glance in the mirror of her car, Belle tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at her reflection. She had changed into a soft black dress that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a light denim jacket and ankle boots. Ready for a night of fun, she drove through the bustling streets, her heart racing with anticipation.

Arriving at the bar, Belle stepped out into the lively scene. The Velvet Lounge was buzzing with people, laughter spilling out into the street. She felt a rush of exhilaration as she walked inside. The bar was dimly lit, with colorful lights flickering in sync with the upbeat music. A sense of camaraderie enveloped her as she spotted Maya waving enthusiastically from a cozy corner booth.

"Belle! Over here!" Maya called, her long dark hair swaying as she jumped up to greet her. Belle made her way through the throng of people, her heart swelling with joy at the sight of her friends.

"Hey! I made it!" Belle said, sliding into the booth next to Maya.

"Just in time! We've ordered a round of cocktails. You're going to love them!" Maya exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Across the table, Sarah and Jake were deep in conversation, laughter punctuating their words. Sarah, with her vibrant personality, was recounting a hilarious story from her day at work. Jake, the ever-charming jokester, chimed in with witty remarks that made everyone laugh even harder.

"Alright, what's everyone drinking?" Belle asked, looking around the table.

Maya grinned. "I got you a Velvet Martini! It's the house special-very sweet and fruity, just like you!"

"Perfect!" Belle laughed, already feeling the atmosphere lift her spirits. Moments later, the drinks arrived, a rainbow of colors glistening in the low light. Belle picked up her martini, the fruity aroma wafting up to her. She took a sip, the sweetness bursting on her tongue, and sighed with contentment.

As the night wore on, the drinks flowed and the laughter grew louder. They reminisced about old times, shared embarrassing stories, and made plans for future adventures. Belle felt a warmth spreading through her, a reminder of the joy that comes from being with friends who understood her struggles and celebrated her victories.

"Let's do a toast!" Sarah proposed, raising her glass high. "To friendship, to good times, and to making memories!"

"To friendship!" they echoed, clinking their glasses together before taking generous sips of their drinks.

The music shifted, and the vibe in the bar transformed. The DJ began playing upbeat dance tracks, and a wave of energy surged through the crowd. Belle felt her heart racing as she jumped to her feet, pulling Maya and Sarah with her.

"Come on, let's dance!" Belle urged, her excitement infectious. The three of them made their way to the dance floor, where the pulsating rhythm enveloped them. They danced freely, moving to the beat as the world

Belle lost herself in the music, the lights flashing around her in a blur of colors as she and her friends moved together, laughing and spinning to the beat. She felt the rhythm take over, the stress of her job, the weight of her daily life, slipping away with every step. It was exactly what she had needed: pure, unfiltered fun.

Suddenly, she felt someone's presence behind her, a shift in the energy around her, and the hairs on her arms rose slightly. She turned, and her breath caught. Standing only a few feet away was a man unlike anyone she'd seen before. He was tall, dressed in a sharp black suit that contrasted against the casual bar crowd. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his chiseled features were shadowed by the club's dim lighting, giving him a dangerously alluring aura. His eyes, a piercing shade of gray, locked onto hers, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Belle swallowed, her heart pounding. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something undeniably intense about him-a sense of danger wrapped in sophistication. She'd heard of men like him, ones with an air of mystery, power, and perhaps a touch of something darker. But she'd never expected to meet one, let alone be approached by one.

As if reading her thoughts, he stepped closer, extending his hand. "Dance with me?" His voice was deep and smooth, holding an accent she couldn't quite place but found irresistibly intriguing.

Belle hesitated, glancing over at her friends, who were now watching with wide eyes and barely concealed grins. Maya gave her an encouraging nod, mouthing, "Go for it!" Belle's mind raced, but something about the man's steady gaze and unspoken confidence compelled her to take his hand. She nodded.

The man led her deeper onto the dance floor, his hand firm yet gentle around hers. The music seemed to change with his presence, shifting to a slower, more sensual rhythm that seemed to follow the beat of her own racing heart. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, and they began to move as one. Belle felt her initial apprehension fade, replaced by an electric thrill. She could feel the strength in his grip, a subtle power that both thrilled and unnerved her.

"What's your name?" she asked, her voice almost drowned by the music.

"Dante," he replied, his voice soft but unmistakably firm. His eyes never left hers, as if he were studying her, seeing something no one else could. "And you?"

"Belle."

"Belle." He repeated her name slowly, savoring it. "Beautiful name. Suits you."

They danced in silence for a moment, their movements fluid and natural, as though they'd done this a hundred times before. Despite the crowd around them, it felt as if they were in their own private world, connected by an invisible thread.

"Are you from here, Belle?" Dante asked, his gaze never wavering.

"Born and raised. And you?"

His smirk returned, this time tinged with a hint of mystery. "You could say I'm... a traveler." He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. "But I think I might stay a little longer this time."

Belle couldn't help but shiver at his words, his presence sending a thrill through her that was equal parts excitement and caution. She didn't know why, but something about him felt dangerous-yet irresistibly magnetic.

"So, what brings a traveler like you to a place like this?" she asked, her tone playful but with an edge of genuine curiosity.

His eyes darkened slightly, and for a moment, she saw something flash in his expression, something intense. "Business," he said, his voice calm but guarded. "But I'd much rather be here, dancing with a beautiful woman like you."

Belle felt her cheeks warm at his words, though she was aware that behind his charm lay something more. She could sense it-a certain guardedness, as if he held his cards close to his chest. There was a mystery to him, a question mark that hovered between them, enticing and foreboding at the same time.

"Do you always dance with strangers, Dante?" she teased, tilting her head slightly.

"Only the ones who catch my eye." His smirk softened as his gaze dropped, following the line of her jaw before returning to her eyes. "But you're not just any stranger, are you, Belle?"

The intensity in his words made her heartbeat quicken, and she felt her pulse race in a way she hadn't expected. The air between them grew thick, charged with an energy that felt almost tangible.

Then, without warning, Dante leaned in, his lips just inches from hers, and Belle felt the world around them blur even more. She was frozen, drawn to him but also aware of the tension that lingered just beneath his smooth exterior.

Just as their eyes locked, a faint buzz came from his pocket, breaking the spell. Dante's jaw tightened as he pulled back slightly, his expression turning serious as he checked his phone. Belle watched as his eyes flicked over the screen, a shadow passing over his face.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice suddenly laced with regret. "There's something I need to take care of."

Belle blinked, the spell between them momentarily broken. "Oh, of course," she replied, feeling a pang of disappointment.

Dante turned back to her, and for a moment, the dangerous glint in his eyes softened. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I'm not done dancing with you yet, Belle. I'll find you."

With that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Belle standing alone on the dance floor, her heart still pounding and her mind racing. As she watched his figure disappear into the shadows, she couldn't shake the feeling that her life had just been altered by a man she barely knew.

When she returned to her friends, they immediately bombarded her with questions, their eyes wide with excitement. But all Belle could do was smile, her thoughts still spinning as she replayed the brief but electrifying encounter with Dante. She had no idea who he truly was or what he was hiding. But one thing was clear: Dante had entered her life like a storm, and something told her he wasn't going to leave quietly.

Dante' Pov

Dante leaned against the wall of the Velvet Lounge, one hand in his pocket, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with practiced nonchalance. It was his fourth night in the city, and though he was here on business, he found himself drifting toward the club, drawn by the promise of noise and anonymity. The rhythmic pulse of the music offered him a rare escape from the intricacies of his world-a world governed by power, loyalty, and secrets.

Tonight, however, something was different. His attention was piqued as he scanned the room, and his eyes settled on a woman dancing with her friends. She was captivating, effortlessly so, her laughter infectious and her energy drawing attention without trying. She wore a fitted black dress that complimented her figure, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, moving with each sway of her body. She was a spark in the dark room, oblivious to the stares she drew.

He watched her for a few moments, the way she laughed, the way she threw her head back, carefree, and something about her made him forget, even briefly, who he was. It wasn't just her beauty; it was her genuineness, her lack of pretense. In his world, people wore masks, always trying to gain an advantage. But this woman-she didn't seem to care about any of that.

Curious, Dante moved through the crowd, weaving past groups of people without losing sight of her. As he neared, her friends noticed him first, one of them giving her a nudge, and she turned to face him. When their eyes met, he felt an unexpected jolt. Her gaze was warm, open, not clouded with suspicion or guardedness. It was rare for him to be around people who didn't know who he was-who didn't look at him with either fear or a hidden agenda.

He extended a hand, keeping his expression confident yet inviting. "Dance with me?"

He half-expected her to refuse, to shy away as others often did once they caught the intensity in his gaze. But she surprised him, pausing only a moment before nodding and placing her hand in his. Her touch was warm, soft, a stark contrast to the rougher elements of his life. Leading her further onto the dance floor, he pulled her close, his hand settling at her waist. As they moved together, he could feel her relaxing, matching his steps with a natural ease.

"Dante," he introduced himself, leaning in so his voice carried over the music. "And you?"

"Belle," she replied, a small smile gracing her lips.

Belle. He savored the name, rolling it over in his mind. It was fitting-there was something about her that reminded him of beauty that existed without trying, a rarity in his life. She seemed to belong in a world far removed from his, untouched by the darkness he was accustomed to.

Dante sensed her curiosity as they moved together, her questions unspoken but evident in her gaze. He was used to this, the way people tried to figure him out. But unlike most, Belle didn't prod; instead, she met his guarded responses with an amused spark, something that told him she wouldn't push him into revealing more than he wanted to.

She was different.

When she asked if he often danced with strangers, he almost laughed, but held it back, giving her only a smirk in reply. "Only the ones who catch my eye," he replied honestly. And Belle had done more than that-she had captivated him, made him forget, even for a few minutes, that he wasn't here by choice.

It had been a long time since Dante had felt this way around anyone, let alone a stranger. In his line of work, trust was scarce, a luxury he couldn't afford. But with Belle, even in these fleeting moments, he felt something akin to peace, a break from the relentless pace of his life. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe, in another life, things could have been different.

As they continued to move to the beat, he found himself wanting to know more about her, to stay lost in this rare simplicity. He leaned in closer, catching the faint scent of her perfume, and let himself imagine, even just for a moment, what it might be like to lead a life where nights like this were ordinary instead of stolen.

But before he could lose himself in the fantasy, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He felt a pang of irritation as reality snapped him back. Dante didn't need to check the screen to know what it meant. There was only one person who would be calling him now, and in his world, you didn't ignore that call.

He sighed, glancing down at his phone, his jaw tightening as he read the message. There was no delaying this; the "business" he'd come here for demanded his attention, even if it meant leaving this night behind.

Dante turned back to Belle, regret clear in his eyes. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, a surprisingly gentle gesture for a man known for his ruthless reputation. "I'm not done dancing with you yet, Belle. I'll find you."

The words were a promise, one he wasn't even sure he could keep, but he wanted to. As he walked away, disappearing into the crowd, he fought the urge to turn back, to give himself a final glimpse of her. The warmth he'd felt in her presence was replaced by the cold reminder of his reality, a reminder of who he was and what he couldn't have.

But even as he left, her memory lingered with him-a glimpse of the life he might never know, the peace that would remain out of reach.

Belle's Pov

Belle watched as Dante disappeared into the crowd, his figure swallowed up by the shifting lights and people dancing around her. Her heart was still pounding, the feel of his hands on her waist lingering like an electric current. She stood there for a moment, half-expecting him to reappear, to sweep her back into the rhythm of the music. But he didn’t. He was gone.

She finally made her way back to her friends, who were all eagerly waiting, their eyes wide with excitement. Maya grabbed her arm, her face full of curiosity.

“Oh my god, Belle! Who was that guy?” Maya demanded, her eyes sparkling. “He was gorgeous!”

Belle opened her mouth to answer but realized she didn’t have much to say. “Dante,” she replied, almost as if saying his name would conjure him back. “He’s… well, I don’t know much about him.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Didn’t seem like you needed to know anything to hit it off on that dance floor. You two looked like you were in your own world!”

Belle felt her cheeks flush. “I know, it was… I don’t know what came over me. He just had this… presence,” she said, struggling to find the right words. “It was like he just appeared out of nowhere.”

Her friends exchanged knowing glances, clearly enjoying her flustered expression. Jake, ever the teasing one, leaned forward. “And how does this mysterious, handsome stranger vanish just as suddenly?” he asked with a grin.

Belle shrugged, trying to laugh it off, but inside, she was still reeling. “He got a call. Said he had to go, but…” She trailed off, staring at the space where Dante had been standing moments before. His words echoed in her mind, his voice smooth and confident, yet tinged with something she couldn’t quite place. “I’m not done dancing with you yet, Belle. I’ll find you.”

Part of her wanted to laugh at the absurdity. This was real life, not some movie where the dashing stranger would appear at just the right moment and sweep her off her feet. Yet the other part—the part still humming with the adrenaline of their brief encounter—couldn’t shake the feeling that their paths might cross again. It was a strange thought, but Dante hadn’t felt like a mere stranger. He’d felt like someone she was meant to meet, even if just for those few minutes.

After a while, Belle and her friends returned to dancing, but she couldn’t quite get back into the carefree groove she’d been in before. Her mind kept wandering back to him, to the intensity in his eyes, to the way he had looked at her as if she were the only one in the room. She replayed every moment they had shared, every word, every touch.

The rational part of her tried to downplay it. Maybe he was just a charming stranger who knew how to make an impression. Maybe he was the kind of guy who appeared in people’s lives, dazzled them for a night, and then vanished. But something in the way he’d spoken to her, the depth in his gaze, hinted at a complexity she couldn’t ignore.

As the night wound down and the bar began to clear out, Belle and her friends said their goodbyes. She headed back to her car, the city lights casting long shadows over the streets as she drove. Her mind drifted back to Dante, his mysterious smile, the brief flashes of darkness in his expression, as if he carried secrets too heavy to reveal.

Once she got home, Belle kicked off her heels, poured herself a glass of water, and sank onto the couch. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the Velvet Lounge. But she could still feel the memory of the night buzzing under her skin. Her gaze lingered on her reflection in the window, her thoughts swirling with a mix of excitement, curiosity, and caution.

Who was Dante, really? And what kind of “business” had pulled him away so abruptly? She found herself wondering about his life, about what it would be like to know him beyond the dance floor. He didn’t seem like the type to fit into her ordinary world, with her days at the hospital and her small, close-knit circle of friends. He seemed like someone from a different universe, one full of shadows and secrets. And yet, she couldn’t deny the pull she felt toward him—a pull she couldn’t explain, even to herself.

As she lay in bed, she tried to brush off the whole encounter as just an exciting, fleeting moment. But his parting words lingered in her mind, soft yet unmistakably certain. “I’ll find you.” The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

She closed her eyes, trying to push him from her mind. But in the quiet darkness of her room, his image stayed with her—the memory of his hand at her waist, his voice low and warm, and that look in his eyes, filled with a promise that made her pulse race.

I’ll find you. She couldn’t help but wonder if he meant it. And even more, she found herself hoping that maybe, just maybe, he did.

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