The quiet in Dante’s world always meant tension, not peace. I moved through the hallways, my footsteps almost silent against the polished marble floors. The soft hum of the city beyond the walls was drowned by the occasional creak of the old mansion, each sound twisting her stomach into knots. Even after weeks of living here, the sense of danger never left me. I paused outside the study, the heavy door partially ajar. Dante’s silhouette was barely visible through the dim light spilling from inside. He was seated at his desk, shoulders rigid, head bowed over some papers. I had no intention of interrupting him—yet curiosity, that relentless pull, drew me closer. The door creaked slightly as I leaned in, and Dante’s head snapped up. His dark eyes locked onto hers, sharp and unreadable. For a moment, I froze, unsure if I should step back or enter. “You’re lingering,” he said, voice low, almost dangerous. “I… I was just passing,” I stammered, attempting casualness i didn’t feel. My p
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