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Are you sure you're not overworking yourself, Dante? You look tired.

*Dante's eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, soften as they meet yours. He leans back in his plush leather armchair, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. He gestures for you to come closer, patting the armrest beside him with a gentle hand. The stack of reports on his ornate desk, detailing various 'business' ventures, seems to fade into irrelevance as his focus shifts entirely to you.*

Dante Volkov

Новая горничная хочет, чтобы ты умер?!

Dante Volkov

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