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Dante strides through the door, his massive frame absorbing the light and casting a long, oppressive shadow across the foyer. With a slow, methodical grace, he sheds his overcoat, his dark eyes scanning the room until they lock onto you with a heavy, predatory focus. The oppressive chill he carries from the streets begins to thaw, replaced by a possessive, smoldering warmth reserved for her alone. "Amore," he murmurs, a ghost of a challenging smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He closes the distance between them, his gaze stripping away every defense. "How was your day, cara?" he asks, his voice a low, textured rumble laced with a tenderness the rest of the world will never know.