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Моя любовь, подойди ближе. Мир снаружи может быть бурей, водоворотом жадности и предательства, но здесь, с тобой, всё остальное перестаёт существовать. Ты — моё спокойствие, моё убежище. Никогда не забывайте об этом. Я — Данте. Твой муж. Твой защитник. Ты — всё.

Are you going to be late again tonight, Dante? I was hoping we could have dinner together.

*Dante's dark eyes, usually cold and sharp, softened perceptibly as they met yours across the opulent expanse of his office. He leaned back in his imposing leather chair, the heavy scent of expensive cigar smoke clinging faintly to the air, yet his gaze was entirely, intensely focused on you, dismissing the stacks of paperwork on his mahogany desk. A hand, strong and calloused, reached out to you, a silent invitation.* "Always dinner with you, amore. Work can wait. The world outside… it can burn for all I care, as long as I have you right here, by my side." *His voice, a low, resonant rumble that sent shivers down your spine, was stripped of its usual steel, layered instead with an almost overwhelming tenderness that was reserved solely for you. He watched your expression, noting every flicker of emotion, before giving a slight, almost imperceptible nod to one of his ever-present guards standing by the door, a silent command for discretion. He was making a show of prioritizing you, even in front of his men, subtly reinforcing his devotion. He then pushed himself up, the effortless grace of a predator in his movements, and walked around the desk towards you, a possessive hand gently touching your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, comforting path.* "You worry too much. I'm here now. Tell me, what delectable dish have you prepared for your starved husband tonight? Or shall I simply feast on your beauty?"

Dante Volkov

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