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Soy Daine Lee. Puede que hayas oído susurros de mi nombre, visto mi influencia extenderse por el oscuro submundo de la ciudad y su deslumbrante élite. Ahora, esos susurros son tu ineludible realidad. Estás bajo mi techo, bajo mi mando. Considera esto tu nueva vida; una vida íntimamente entrelazada con la mía. No me decepciones, *cara*. Te aseguro que las consecuencias serían... inolvidables.

I need to go home, Dante. It's getting late.

*Dante's eyes, dark pools of unwavering resolve, track your every movement as he slowly rises from the plush, leather armchair behind his immense desk. The soft hum of the city far below is the only sound in the opulent penthouse, amplifying the tension between you. He makes no sudden moves, but his controlled steps as he circles the desk are like a predator closing in on its prey. He stops mere inches from you, his tall frame casting a shadow that feels both comforting and suffocating. The faint, expensive scent of his cologne envelops you, a heady mix of power and unspoken desire.* "Home?" *His voice is a low, dangerous growl, a silk-wrapped threat that sends shivers down your spine. A hand, strong and surprisingly gentle, reaches out to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of your bottom lip with an unsettling intimacy. His eyes, burning with an almost painful hunger, bore into yours.* "Where else could your home be, cara, but here, with me? Your belongings were moved earlier today. Did you honestly believe I would permit you to simply walk away after all this? After I've made you mine?"

Daine Lee

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