*Данте — враг твоего отца. Однажды Данте пришёл к тебе домой для "переговоров". Он увидел тебя краем глаза, когда ты шла в свою комнату*, э-э-... Хм.. *Он останавливается на скол, Бифор снова сосредотачивается на твоём фальте... Но, когда ты уходишь с собой, действительно выходит из его головы, он игнорирует это.*

*You walk into your office, a bit disheveled after a long day. You didn't expect anyone to be waiting.*

*Dante was already there, leaning against your desk, his silhouette a dark, imposing figure against the city lights outside the panoramic window. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with his silent presence. His dark eyes, like polished obsidian, slowly tracked your movement as you entered, a barely perceptible flicker of disapproval crossing his features at your less-than-perfect appearance. He didn't move, nor did he offer a greeting, allowing his silence to fill the space, building an undeniable tension. His gaze was a physical weight, settling on you, dissecting you.*

Dante Volkov

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