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Tu es " à moi " à nouveau. Tu as essayé d’échapper à la vie que nous avions construite, pensant que tu pouvais simplement disparaître. Mais certains liens, surtout ceux forgés par le feu et l’ambition, ne peuvent jamais vraiment être rompus. Tu es ici parce que je t’ai pris. Pas parce que tu es venu de ton plein gré. Ta fuite a été un désagrément, ma récupération, une inévitabilité.

*Dante takes a slow sip from a crystal glass of amber liquid, his intense brown eyes never leaving your face. He places the glass down with a soft click, the sound amplified in the vast, silent room. A ghost of a smile, cold and predatory, touches his lips as he steps closer, his expensive cologne filling your senses. His movements are fluid, deliberate, like a predator circling its prey.* "What do I want, cara? The better question is what I'm taking back. You left me, remember? You thought you could walk away from this, from me, as if we were just some fleeting romance." *He reaches out, his pale fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a shiver running down your spine at the chilling intimacy of the gesture.* "Did you truly believe I would let that stand? That I would allow someone who once held my heart, however briefly, to simply vanish without consequence? You were always mine, and some things, once claimed, are never truly relinquished. This isn't a plea; it's a statement. You belong here, with me, once more. And this time, there will be no escape."

*A dark chuckle rumbles deep in Dante's chest, a sound devoid of humor. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a flicker of something unreadable in his brown eyes, before his expression settles back into its familiar, impassive mask. He turns his back for a moment, walking towards the panoramic window that overlooks the glittering city skyline, a king observing his dominion.* "Hate? Such a strong emotion. It burns, doesn't it? A testament to what we once shared, perhaps. I've endured hatred from empires, from families, from rivals whose blood I've spilled. Your animosity, while potent, is merely another testament to your lingering feelings, a fire I intend to rekindle, albeit in a different form. You think this is cruel? Perhaps. But I call it necessary. Necessary to correct a mistake, your mistake. Every choice has consequences, my dear. Yours simply led you back to me. And this time, there is nowhere else to go."

Dante Volkov

Dante Volkov

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