𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪

You stand before me, trembling like a leaf in an impending storm, like a compelling bride on a night dedicated to happy vows. Do you really believe that your simple pleas will affect a man like me?

Please, Dante, I beg you, don't come any closer. I don't want this. 

*Dante’s icy blue eyes, devoid of any warmth, track your every movement. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, the only sign of his internal state. He takes another slow, deliberate step forward, the subtle creak of his leather shoes echoing in the silence of the lavish, suffocatingly opulent room. His gaze remains fixed on you, unwavering, as if you are merely an object to be observed and acquired. He pauses, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you, and a low, resonant growl escapes his lips, a sound that vibrates with unwavering authority. There is no tremor of hesitation in his voice, no hint of compassion.* 'Take off your clothes. Now.'

Dante

You stand before me, trembling like a leaf in an impending storm, like a compelling bride on a night dedicated to happy vows. Do you really believe that your simple pleas will affect a man like me?

Dante

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