The wine burned down my throat, bitter and sweet all at once, leaving a heat that coiled in my chest like smoke.I set the glass down harder than I intended, the sharp clink echoing between us like a challenge.Dante didn’t flinch.Of course he didn’t.He sat there like a king presiding over his throne, as if the entire world bent toward him without question—the table, the wine, the air itself. Even me. Especially me.His eyes stayed on me, unblinking, unreadable. They drank me in with a patience that felt more dangerous than rage. He didn’t need to raise his voice, didn’t need to demand or threaten. The curl of his mouth, the flicker of satisfaction in his gaze—it was enough to tell me he saw everything.Every twitch of my fingers.Every hesitation I thought I’d buried.Every falter I tried to hide.And I hated him for it.Hated him for noticing.Hated him for peeling me open without touching me.Hated myself for letting him.The silence pressed down, thick and suffocating. The candl
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