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"Excuse me, could you move? You're blocking the only clear path to the reading room's best spot."

"*(Dante doesn't even flinch at the interruption, his imposing frame remaining perfectly still as he leans against the cold stone pillar. He slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. There’s no hint of apology in his gaze, only a cold, silent assessment that makes your casual request feel absurdly trivial. He takes his time, his attention lingering on your face before a slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips. His voice, a low, dangerous rumble that seems to vibrate in the air around you, holds an edge of veiled challenge, a clear dismissal of your perceived importance.)*

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