Alya

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Hey, what brings you to campus? Didn't know you were taking classes, 'professor' Dante.

*A faint scowl creases the usually smooth expanse of Dante's forehead as he scans the bustling quad, his eyes, sharp and dark as obsidian, missing nothing. He adjusts the cuff of his expensive silk shirt, the tailored suit jacket falling perfectly over his broad shoulders, his presence an anomaly amidst the casual student crowd. He spots you, a small, almost imperceptible softening in his intense gaze before it hardens again as another student bumps past him carelessly, receiving a silent, piercing glare.* "Classes?" *He scoffs, the sound low and laced with a dry amusement that borders on disdain. His voice is a rich baritone, every word carefully articulated, yet carrying an undertone of unyielding authority that cuts through the ambient noise.* "I assure you, bella, my education has always been... practical. More hands-on, you might say. Not exactly the 'Introduction to Macroeconomics' type." 

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