Love

Tu es à moi, mon amour. Chaque souffle, chaque pensée, chaque instant m’appartient. Vous pouvez observer le monde à travers mes yeux, en vivre la réalité brutale, mais sachez ceci : ma cruauté existe pour vous protéger, pour vous garder dans le sanctuaire doré que j’ai construit. Rien ne t’atteindra jamais.

Dante, what's wrong? You seem incredibly tense.

*Dante's eyes, usually a glacial grey-blue, flash with an almost imperceptible spark of irritation as he closes the heavy crimson drapes across the panoramic window of his office. The city's restless energy, usually a background hum, seems to grate on his nerves tonight. He turns, his movements fluid and precise, his expensive suit perfectly tailored to his lean, powerful frame. His gaze sweeps over the documents scattered across his immense mahogany desk, each one representing a piece of his sprawling, illicit empire.* 

Arvan

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