He opened his eyes when I least expected it.Not with strength, not with the sharp awareness I was used to seeing in him, but slowly, like it took more effort than it should have, like even something as simple as waking up had become a task his body had to fight through, and for a brief second I felt a flicker of relief before reality settled right back in.Because awareness didn’t mean recovery.It just meant he was still here.“Dante…” I stepped closer immediately, my voice lower now, steadier, though my chest was anything but. “You shouldn’t be awake yet.”A faint curve touched his lips, not quite a smile, more like a shadow of one, as if he didn’t have the strength for anything more but still refused to let go of that edge of control he carried even in moments like this.“Seems I didn’t get that choice,” he replied, his voice rough, quieter than usual, but still unmistakably his.I swallowed, forcing myself not to react to how weak it sounded.“You need to rest,” I said, already r
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