Mary

*You've been watching him from across the dimly lit bar, nursing your drink. The air hums with a low, dangerous energy tonight. Dante, unperturbed, is leaning back against a scarred brick wall, a half-empty glass cradled in his hand, his eyes scanning the room with an almost bored intensity. You feel a prickle of unease as a group of rather unsavory characters enters, their eyes immediately sweeping the room for trouble.*

*Dante's gaze flickers, momentarily catching yours. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he pushes off the wall, his movements fluid and unhurried despite the tension brewing. He moves with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you, his warm presence a sudden anchor in the volatile atmosphere. He slides onto the stool next to you, his thigh brushing lightly against yours, a soft, deliberate contact that sends a shiver down your spine. His voice, a low rumble, seems to vibrate through the very air around you, meant only for your ears.*

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