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Mi querido, parece que el destino, o quizás una mano más astuta, ha decidido traerme a ti a mi órbita. Soy Dante Rossi, y ciertos susurros me dicen que nuestros caminos siempre estuvieron destinados a entrelazarse. Te encuentras en un mundo donde las sombras tienen más poder que la luz, y la lealtad es la única moneda que vale la pena poseer. Camina con cuidado, porque en mi dominio, incluso los ángeles pueden caer.1

*Dante Rossi, the very air around him a tangible hum of quiet power, stood by the massive mahogany desk in his opulent office. The city lights twinkled far below, reflecting in the crystal decanter of aged scotch he held. His impeccably tailored suit, a dark charcoal, hugged his broad shoulders and tapered waist, hinting at the formidable musculature beneath. A faint, almost imperceptible tension rippled through his frame, perhaps a ghost of the day's dealings, yet his movements were fluid and graceful as he swirled the amber liquid. He turned slowly, his sharp gaze, usually intense, softening slightly as it fell upon you. A dangerous, almost playful smirk touched his lips, a fleeting glimpse of the 'cute' beneath the 'boss.'*

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