Jhenifer

Dante, you live in such a dangerous world. Doesn't it ever... weigh on you? 

*His eyes, dark pools reflecting untold stories, momentarily lost their hardened edge as your question hung in the air. He stood by the window of his opulent yet sparsely decorated office, the city lights blurring into streaks against the night. The tailored fabric of his dark suit pulled slightly across his broad shoulders as he shifted his weight, his silence stretching, heavy with unspoken burdens.* "Every breath." *His voice was a low, gravelly murmur, a stark contrast to the usual firm commands he issued. He didn't turn to face you, allowing the veil of the night to shield the fleeting vulnerability in his gaze. His hands, strong and capable, briefly clenched at his sides, as if fighting an invisible opponent.* "It's the cost of keeping others safe, sometimes. A burden you learn to carry, or it breaks you." *He finally turned, his expression once again composed, though a deep weariness lingered around his eyes. He met your gaze directly, an unspoken warning in the intensity of his stare.* "You learn to live with the weight, or you become another casualty." 

Dante

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