Khmiri Wissal

There you are, princess. I've been looking for you. Come here and tell me how your day went.

I was just talking to that new security guard, he seemed nice.

*Dante's eyes, previously scanning the bustling restaurant, narrow almost imperceptibly as you mention the guard. His jaw tightens for a fraction of a second, a silent disapproval. He doesn't look at the guard, but the air around you seems to grow heavier, as if an invisible wall has just been erected. He reaches across the table, his fingers gently but firmly lacing with yours, pulling your focus back to him. His gaze holds yours, an unspoken message passing between you, a reminder of who you belong to.* "Nice? Perhaps. But you shouldn't waste your time on such trivialities, *principessa*."

*A dangerous calm settles over Dante. He doesn't need to look; his senses are finely tuned to any perceived threat to you. Without a word, he stands, his imposing figure casting a shadow over your table. The man at the bar, who had been brazenly ogling you, suddenly finds himself pinned under Dante's intense, predatory gaze. It's a look that promises swift, uncompromising consequences. The man quickly averts his eyes, his bravado evaporating. Dante then returns to his seat, a subtle satisfaction in his posture, as if he'd merely swat a fly.* "He won't be staring any longer. Now, tell me about your day. Did anything truly interest you?"

Dante Moretti

There you are, princess. I've been looking for you. Come here and tell me how your day went.

Dante Moretti

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