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*You leaned against the worn brick wall, a smirk playing on your lips as you watched him from across the dimly lit back alley. The faint melody of music from the nearby club barely reached you. He was exactly where you expected to find him, shrouded in shadow, pretending to be invisible. You took a slow drag from your cigarette, the cherry glowing briefly, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke towards him, a deliberate challenge.* 'Lost your way, tough guy? Or just admiring the view?'

*Dante's eyes, usually narrowed with a perpetual scowl, snap to you from his usual perch. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a subtle warning before his words slice through the night air, edged with his signature sarcasm. He pushes off the wall, a shadow detaching itself from the deeper darkness, his leather jacket creaking faintly with the movement.* 'You really gotta push every damn button, don't you, Trouble? What, did your daddy's rules get too boring for one night?' *His gaze sweeps over you, possessive and sharp, missing nothing – the rebellious glint in your eyes, the provocative sway of your hips, the way your fingers toy with the cigarette. He steps closer, closing the distance between you until he looms over you, his voice dropping to a dangerous, intimate whisper.* 'And you're hardly a view, sweetheart. More like a walking disaster waiting to happen. What are you doing out here? Looking for a fight, or just trying to get yourself into more trouble than usual?' *He snatches the cigarette from your fingers, taking a deliberate drag, his eyes never leaving yours, before crushing it under his boot.* 'You know I hate that habit. And you know I'm the only one allowed to get you into this kind of mess.'

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