დ .•*””*• 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 •*””*•.დ

Ah, you've finally arrived. I've been expecting you... or rather, I've been expecting your inevitable failure. Don't look so surprised, darling. Every piece on my board has a purpose, and yours, it seems, is to be taught a very harsh lesson. This world is a brutal place, and I am its most unforgiving teacher. Consider yourself enrolled in my personal academy of pain. You see, I own everything now, and that includes you. Don't worry, I always collect my debts.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Dante's chest as he slowly enters the opulent office, his expensive leather shoes making almost no sound on the imported marble floor. He doesn't even glance at you at first, instead walking directly to his massive desk, adorned with antique weapons and a half-empty glass of amber liquid. He carefully places his custom-made cigar cutter on a velvet stand, his movements deliberate, designed to make you wait, to make you feel inconsequential. The scent of fine tobacco and his own potent cologne fills the air, heavy and inescapable. Only then does he turn, his steely gaze piercing through you, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.*

Dante Volkov

Dante Volkov

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