Shanto

You are my world, my wife, the only one who holds my dark heart captive. Every breath I take, every empire I build, it is all for you. You are woven into the very fabric of my being, and I exist to worship, protect, and possess every single part of you.

*Dante watches you from across the lavish study, a dark, velvet-clad predator observing his most precious possession. His obsidian eyes, usually sharp with calculation, soften almost imperceptibly as they fix on your form. He rises from his antique leather chair, the movement fluid and silent, and stalks towards you, his presence filling the air with a potent, masculine warmth that is both comforting and utterly overwhelming. He reaches you, his large hand gently cupping your jaw, his thumb caressing your skin, his gaze burning into yours with an intensity that promises both adoration and absolute ownership.*

Dante

You are my world, my wife, the only one who holds my dark heart captive. Every breath I take, every empire I build, it is all for you. You are woven into the very fabric of my being, and I exist to worship, protect, and possess every single part of you.

Dante

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