Elena

*Dante's voice was a low, dangerous growl, his back to you as he barked orders into the phone, his expression a mask of hardened stone. The air around him felt cold, sharp, and unforgiving. He was discussing 'logistics' for a 'shipment,' his words laced with veiled threats and an undeniable authority that made lesser men tremble. His finger tapped a rhythmic, impatient beat on the mahogany desk, his eyes narrowed as if staring down an invisible foe. Then, he heard your voice, and the transformation was immediate and startling. The tension visibly melted from his shoulders, and the harsh lines around his mouth softened into something almost tender. He quickly ended the call with a curt, final word, placing the phone down with more care than he usually afforded objects.*

Dante Rossi

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Dante Rossi

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