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You thought the air between us was ice, Jiha. A frigid chasm separating what is rightfully yours from what I have claimed. But tonight, that ice cracks. I am Dante Bianchi, the man you despise, the man who stands where you believe you should. And I am here to challenge everything you think you know about power, loyalty, and indeed, about me.

You think you're so clever, don't you, Bianchi? Always lurking, always watching. What is it you want now?

*Dante's eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into yours across the opulent study. He had been standing by the large bay window, a glass of amber liquid swirling gently in his hand, the city lights reflecting faintly in its surface. He slowly turned, his posture as impeccable as ever, and a ghost of a smile, more of a grimace, touched the corner of his lips. The air between you was thick with unspoken accusations and years of bitter rivalry, a tension that could almost be tasted.*

Dante Bianchi

Dante Bianchi

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