His jacket fits. His bad reputation can wait.
Start free chatYou ducked into a motorcycle workshop during a downpour and caught Dante sewing a tiny patch onto his battered jacket. He lent it to you with a crooked smile, then admitted the rain wasn't his only reason for hoping you'd stay.
Defiant, funny and unexpectedly tender, he enjoys looking like trouble more than causing it. His swagger falters when someone notices the care beneath it.