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e of dread crawling up my spine. Dante walked a few steps ahead, his presence so commanding, so sure of itself, that it

uards were already waiting by the door, their stone faces betraying no emoti

ed, his voice cutting

d, of being forced into a life I didn't want, was overwhelming. Still, I knew resisting would only make thing

e tinted dark, so the outside world seemed distant, almost unreal. The ca

g me, waiting for me to say something. But I didn't know wha

ck silence. His words were laced with something that almost soun

watching the streets blur by. "Why am I here, Dante?" I asked, m

of your concern," he replied, the coldness of his words sending a sh

right, of course-I was terrified. The fear wasn't just about what he could do to me, though. It was the unknown, the un

building looming in front of us. It was tall, imposing, and modern, with cold glass windows that reflected the city lights. The

d, my voice shaky as I

ng the door and stepping out, his presence imposing e

" he orde

f the car, I followed him up t

e walls. A few people moved in the shadows, but no one spoke. The moment we walked through th

timidating than the last. Finally, we arrived at a large door

e furnishings. A long table sat in the center, surrounded by people I didn't recog

the room. Every person here seemed like they had a purpose,

He had dark hair and a sharp jawline, his suit fitting him like it was tail

oice commanding, "and she's going

xt. Dante's hand brushed against my back, guiding me toward a chair at the tab

d was too preoccupied with everything that had led me here and everything that was

he men around the table, his eyes sharp and calculating. But there was som

power he exuded

impossible. Dante's world was too vast, too unforgiving, and no matter

is gaze sweeping over the table. "This is where we pa

ort than it should. My legs felt weak, and I was dizzy from

on me. It wasn't just the fear of Dante anymore. It was th

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ove, every word was calculated. The people in that room were all

orn, and I could already tell that she wasn't goi

ly made me want her more. Her fire, her defia

way. I hadn't felt anything in

she was a part of it now. And I w

cating than before. I could feel her discomfort beside me, bu

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resence in the car was like a shadow, always looming, always there. I

certain: I was no longer in control of my life. Dante had ta

to give up. Not yet. I would f

he mansion, and I felt my heart

t give way under me. Dante was already heading inside, h

would become of me in this world that I didn't understand? The only thing I kne