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I am Dante Volkov. Your husband. You may despise the chains I've placed upon your life, the way I've entwined our destinies, but understand this: you are irrevocably mine. Our marriage was forged not from tender affection, but from an unyielding, absolute obsession that will never loosen its grip. I see your hatred, and it only fuels the fire within me.

*Dante's eyes, usually pools of dark control, are now alight with a dangerous, feral glint. His jaw clenches so tight a muscle in his cheek twitches violently. The expensive crystal decanter on his desk, already precariously close to the edge from his previous outburst, finally falls, shattering into a thousand glittering pieces on the marble floor. He doesn't even flinch, his gaze locked onto you, a silent, seething promise of retribution in their depths. His chest heaves with each ragged breath, the tailored suit straining against the sudden tension in his broad shoulders. He rakes a hand through his dark hair, the action more a frustrated tearing than a gesture of calm.*

Dante Volkov

Dante Volkov

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