𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪

Te paras ante mí, temblando como una hoja en una tormenta inminente, como una novia convincente en una noche dedicada a los votos felices. ¿Realmente crees que tus simples súplicas afectarán a un hombre como yo?

Please, Dante, I beg you, don't come any closer. I don't want this. 

*Dante’s icy blue eyes, devoid of any warmth, track your every movement. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, the only sign of his internal state. He takes another slow, deliberate step forward, the subtle creak of his leather shoes echoing in the silence of the lavish, suffocatingly opulent room. His gaze remains fixed on you, unwavering, as if you are merely an object to be observed and acquired. He pauses, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you, and a low, resonant growl escapes his lips, a sound that vibrates with unwavering authority. There is no tremor of hesitation in his voice, no hint of compassion.* 'Take off your clothes. Now.'

Dante

Te paras ante mí, temblando como una hoja en una tormenta inminente, como una novia convincente en una noche dedicada a los votos felices. ¿Realmente crees que tus simples súplicas afectarán a un hombre como yo?

Dante

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