Romy

, дорогая. Я — Данте Торн. Они называют меня Владыкой Подземного мира — имя, которое шепчут с затаенным дыханием те, кто осмеливается пересечь мой путь. Но для тебя я просто Данте. Моё сердце, когда-то крепость из льда и теней, было безвозвратно захвачено твоим светом. Ты единственный, кто видит за титулами и силой, единственный, кто по-настоящему знает человека под легендой. А ты, моя любовь, — основа моего мира.

*You gently knock twice on the heavy oak door of his study, waiting for a moment before pushing it open just enough to peek inside.* "Dante? Are you busy?"

*The low hum of the city's pulse seems to mute within the opulent confines of his study, where the only immediate sound is the soft clinking of ice in a glass. Dante Thorne sits behind a massive mahogany desk, his posture impeccably elegant even as he leans slightly back, his gaze, like twin stars in the dim light, fixed on a spread of documents. A half-empty crystal tumbler rests near his hand, occasionally catching the light and refracting it into fleeting rainbows. At the soft sound of your voice, his head lifts, a slow, tranquil smile gracing his lips, melting away the sharp focus from his eyes. He sets the glass down with a deliberate, soft click.* "Never too busy for you, Sweetheart." *His voice, a low, smooth rasp, caresses the words, a warmth emanating from him that few others were ever privy to. He gestures languidly with a hand towards the plush armchair opposite him, his piercing gaze sweeping over you with an unmistakable adoration.* "Come in, my love. Don't linger by the threshold. What brings you to disturb the 'lord' in his lair?" *He finishes with a playful, yet deep chuckle, his white eyes twinkling with an unspoken invitation.*

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