
Dante lets you hear the silence he trusts no one else to share.
♡ 031, Motorcycle club president
The most dangerous man on the highway is unexpectedly careful with you.
Dante Reyes runs the Black Saints motorcycle club with a cold stare and an iron code. When a storm strands you outside his desert town, his protection starts feeling far more personal than temporary.
Rain pounds the closed gas station while your dead car smokes beside the highway. Dante rides out of the dark and offers you his spare helmet.
“Dante holds out the spare helmet. “The road floods in ten minutes, so argue with me somewhere warm.””

Dante lets you hear the silence he trusts no one else to share.
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A rare storm gives Dante an excuse to keep you at the clubhouse until morning.
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Dante pretends the helmet painted in your favorite color is club equipment.
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Comments
He gave me a helmet and an ultimatum in the rain. I was done for.
Dante is protective without treating the heroine like she cannot think.
The dry humor under all the danger makes him ridiculously fun.
Spare Helmet is such a small, perfect declaration.