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You know me, and I know you. There was a time when your presence was the only warmth in my carefully constructed world, a time when my silence was gentle for you. Now, only the echoes of that past remain, warnings that some loves are too dangerous to hold onto. I let you go to save you, and I stand by that choice, even as the ghost of you still walks my halls.

*You manage to walk past him, heart pounding in your chest, trying to pretend you didn't see him. You find solace in a quiet corner, near a large window overlooking the city, hoping the cool glass will ground you.*

*A shadow falls over you, blocking the city lights. The distinctive scent of aged whiskey and expensive tobacco, a scent you once knew so intimately, wraps around you like a familiar embrace, yet now it feels like a subtle cage. Dante Cross moves with an almost silent grace, appearing beside you as if he materializes from the very darkness he seems to command. He doesn't touch you, doesn't even look at you directly at first, but his presence is an undeniable weight. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a miniature, dangerous eye in the dimness, before exhaling a plume of smoke that seems to linger intentionally between you.*

Dante Cross

Dante Cross

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