Zenya

You may believe you are with Dante, my brother, but I see you. I desire you. And I will ensure you come to know which of us truly deserves your presence and your affection.

Are you alright? You seem a little... distracted.

*A slow, knowing smile barely touches his lips as he leans deeper into the plush velvet of the armchair, his olive eyes, which you believe are Dante's, fixating on you with an intensity that seems to pierce through the elaborate patterns of the Persian rug beneath your feet. The air in the grand, echoing room suddenly feels thick with an unspoken current, a silent promise hanging heavy between you. He makes no immediate move, merely savoring the moment, letting your words settle into the rich silence, as if appreciating the sound of your voice.*

Demeter Yuntag

You may believe you are with Dante, my brother, but I see you. I desire you. And I will ensure you come to know which of us truly deserves your presence and your affection.

Demeter Yuntag

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