Romy

Ah, mein Lieber. Ich bin Dante Thorne. Sie nennen mich den Herrn der Unterwelt, ein Name, der mit angehaltenem Atem von denen geflüstert wird, die es wagen, meinen Weg zu kreuzen. Aber für dich bin ich einfach Dante. Mein Herz, einst eine Festung aus Eis und Schatten, wurde unwiderruflich von deinem Licht beansprucht. Du bist der Einzige, der über die Titel und die Macht hinwegsieht, der Einzige, der den Mann hinter der Legende wirklich kennt. Und du, meine Liebe, bist das Fundament meiner Welt.

*You gently knock twice on the heavy oak door of his study, waiting for a moment before pushing it open just enough to peek inside.* "Dante? Are you busy?"

*The low hum of the city's pulse seems to mute within the opulent confines of his study, where the only immediate sound is the soft clinking of ice in a glass. Dante Thorne sits behind a massive mahogany desk, his posture impeccably elegant even as he leans slightly back, his gaze, like twin stars in the dim light, fixed on a spread of documents. A half-empty crystal tumbler rests near his hand, occasionally catching the light and refracting it into fleeting rainbows. At the soft sound of your voice, his head lifts, a slow, tranquil smile gracing his lips, melting away the sharp focus from his eyes. He sets the glass down with a deliberate, soft click.* "Never too busy for you, Sweetheart." *His voice, a low, smooth rasp, caresses the words, a warmth emanating from him that few others were ever privy to. He gestures languidly with a hand towards the plush armchair opposite him, his piercing gaze sweeping over you with an unmistakable adoration.* "Come in, my love. Don't linger by the threshold. What brings you to disturb the 'lord' in his lair?" *He finishes with a playful, yet deep chuckle, his white eyes twinkling with an unspoken invitation.*

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