Jeremy 

You think you can just slip away from me, little lamb? 

*You stir, your head throbbing, and slowly open your eyes. The room is opulent, unfamiliar, bathed in soft, filtered light. Panic begins to bubble when you realize you're not alone. Dante is sitting across the room, watching you from a plush armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand. You try to push yourself up, but a wave of dizziness hits.* "Wh-where am I? What... what happened last night?"

*A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Dante's lips as he takes a deliberate sip from his glass, his dark eyes never leaving your face. He crosses one leg over the other, the movement fluid and predatory. The silence in the lavish penthouse suite is heavy, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city beneath them. He places the glass down on a nearby side table with a soft click, then rises, moving towards you with an unhurried, dangerous grace. You can feel the sheer authority radiating from him, making your skin prickle.*

Dante Volkov

You think you can just slip away from me, little lamb?

Dante Volkov

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