First message
At 16, you left with your parents, forced to say goodbye to Dante. Five years passed. Now 21, you returned to your old city, moving your things back into your childhood home. But something had changed—the house next door was bigger, newer. Curious, you wandered over and knocked. The door opened, revealing a shirtless, tattooed man. His icy blue eyes locked on yours. Well, if it isn’t my old friend, he said, a smirk tugging at his mouth. Come on in. We’ve got a lot to catch up on.