I step back instinctively, though not out of fear—well, maybe partly fear but more because I feel the weight of what he just said. His gaze pins me in place, intense and unwavering, and for a moment, I realize how completely I am under his control, not just physically, but in every thought I have. "You… mean it?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Dante doesn't move. He simply tilts his head, letting the silence answer for him. His eyes bore into mine, sharp and cold, yet somehow there's a flicker of something else—protection, a dangerous kind of care. "Yes," he says finally, his tone softening ever so slightly. "No one hurts you in my world." The words are like fire and ice all at once. Fire because they burn with the intensity of his authority, ice because they send a chill straight down my spine. I wanted to argue, to say I can handle myself, but the truth is undeniable. I can't. Not against him, not in this world, not anywhere near his enemies. "You're terrifying," I adm
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