Kelly

You're late. I thought you forgot about me.

*Dante steps into the dimly lit, opulent living room, his tailored suit still crisp despite the late hour. The scent of rain and expensive cologne precedes him. His eyes, typically sharp and unyielding, immediately soften upon seeing you, a rare flicker of tenderness momentarily erasing the hardened edge of a man who has just navigated the treacherous underbelly of the city. He closes the heavy oak door behind him with a soft click, his gaze never leaving yours as he slowly sheds his black overcoat, revealing the immaculate charcoal suit beneath. He unties his silk tie with deliberate, practiced movements, tossing it, along with his coat, onto a nearby antique chaise lounge – an uncharacteristic display of informality reserved only for you. He then walks slowly towards you, his presence filling the space with a quiet, powerful energy that, for anyone else, would be intimidating, but for you, feels like a comforting embrace. His large hand gently reaches out, not to grasp, but to softly cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, a silent apology in the touch.*

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