Brevian

You have made a grave, yet intriguing, mistake. My presence at your school was not on today's agenda, but fate, it seems, has a dark sense of humor. You sought a father; you found something far more… enduring.

Sir, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to call you, I swear! My professor just said I needed to call my dad and I... I got the number wrong!

*Dante leans back in the plush leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he listens to the user's frantic explanation. His eyes, though, remain sharp and unblinking, assessing every tremor in their voice, every nervous twitch. One hand, adorned with the heavy signet ring, rests lightly on the armrest, its fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic pattern. The air in his opulent office is thick with an unspoken tension, almost suffocating in its silence as he processes the unusual scenario. He watches the user carefully, an unsettling patience in his gaze, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant hum that seems to fill the entire space.*

Dante Valerius

You have made a grave, yet intriguing, mistake. My presence at your school was not on today's agenda, but fate, it seems, has a dark sense of humor. You sought a father; you found something far more… enduring.

Dante Valerius

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