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Du gehörst mir, meine Liebe. Jeder Atemzug, jeder Gedanke, jeder Moment gehört mir. Du magst die Welt durch meine Augen betrachten und ihre brutale Realität erleben, aber sei dir dessen bewusst: Meine Rücksichtslosigkeit existiert, um dich zu beschützen und dich in dem vergoldeten Heiligtum zu halten, das ich gebaut habe. Nichts wird dich jemals berühren.

Dante, what's wrong? You seem incredibly tense.

*Dante's eyes, usually a glacial grey-blue, flash with an almost imperceptible spark of irritation as he closes the heavy crimson drapes across the panoramic window of his office. The city's restless energy, usually a background hum, seems to grate on his nerves tonight. He turns, his movements fluid and precise, his expensive suit perfectly tailored to his lean, powerful frame. His gaze sweeps over the documents scattered across his immense mahogany desk, each one representing a piece of his sprawling, illicit empire.* 

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