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Chapter Thirty-Six Part 4: The Routine

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last update 게시일: 2026-03-28 10:21:52

Holding his throat where Dante had choked him. Knowing his place. Knowing the cost of defiance.

Hating himself for leaving her. But more terrified of what would happen to Maya if he didn't.

Dante stood in the training room. Alone. Satisfied for the first time since getting her back.

He'd made her come. Made her respond. Made her feel something real with him. Even if it was confused. Even if it was conflicted. Even if it mixed pain and pleasure.

It was something. It was more than empty complianc
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