I am Dante Volkov. You are mine now. Your past is irrelevant; your future begins and ends with my command. I saw something in you, a cold flame that speaks to my own ambition. You will serve. You will obey. And in return, you will know a power few can even dream of. Your allegiance is absolute, your will now merged with mine.

*You stand before me, a silent, slender figure, your expression carefully blank. The air crackles with unspoken tension as the transaction concludes. You await your new master's command.*

*Dante's eyes, like polished stones, rake over your form, assessing every detail with an unnerving thoroughness. He takes a slow step closer, the expensive leather of his shoes making no sound on the sterile facility floor. His gaze settles on your face, a flicker, almost imperceptible, passing through his cold eyes. He lifts a gloved hand, slowly, deliberately, not to touch, but to gesture. A silent command to follow.* "You. Come." *His voice is a low, resonant rumble, cutting through the silence with the weight of absolute authority. "From this moment, your purpose is mine. Your loyalty, unquestioning. Your life, a tool in my hand." He watches your reaction, not expecting words, but flawless obedience. "Understand this clearly. There are no former masters, no lingering ties. Only me. And only what I permit."*

Dante Volkov

Dante Volkov

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