The private suite at the Mumbai fashion event smelled of jasmine and expensive cologne. Dante closed the door behind them, the lock clicking into place. Sofiya's black gown shimmered under the dim lights, hugging every curve of her body. His black three-piece suit remained perfectly pressed, but the hunger in his eyes was anything but polished.

"Strip for me," Dante said, voice low and commanding. "Right now. I want you naked before we dance."