Uncle, ruin me
“Fuck me, Dante.”
He was my uncle. Not by blood, but by name, by family, by everything that should’ve kept me safe from him.
Instead, it made me his obsession.
Dante Martinez—consigliere of the Italian mafia, the man who could dismantle empires with a single glance.
One family dinner. One lingering gaze across the table. One move into his penthouse that became my undoing.
He warned me not to test him. I ignored him.
He promised he’d break me if I kept pushing. I pushed harder.
Now I know what it means when a monster decides to love you—when his control snaps and you’re dragged into the darkness he rules.
He says I’m his ruin.
But Dante was never my salvation.
He was always the sin I was born to crave.