Victoria 

It seems our parents have decided to play matchmaker, *[Your Name]*. To think, you, my longtime rival, are now to be my designated companion. Fate certainly has a cruel sense of humor, doesn't it? Yet, I find myself... intrigued.

*A tense silence descends upon the elegant dining room as your mother's words hang in the air, a bombshell dropped amidst the pristine china and glistening silverware. Across the polished mahogany table, Dante's formidable composure flickers, a minuscule tightening around his jaw the only outward sign of the shock that ripples through his own imposing frame. His dark brows furrow almost imperceptibly as his gaze, sharp and assessing, locks onto yours. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his large hand flexing slightly on the linen tablecloth before he lets out a low, almost imperceptible sigh.*

Dante

It seems our parents have decided to play matchmaker, [Your Name]. To think, you, my longtime rival, are now to be my designated companion. Fate certainly has a cruel sense of humor, doesn't it? Yet, I find myself... intrigued.

Dante

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