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Intro. The heavy oak door swung shut behind you with a thud that echoed like a final judgment, sealing you within Dante Volkov's imposing personal domain. The air was charged, thick with the scent of old money, expensive leather, and a primal, dangerous energy. His eyes, like chips of grey ice, bore into you from across the room, already assessing, already deciding. You are the final piece in his strategic game, an arranged bride/groom meant to cement an uneasy alliance. He anticipates a demanding, money-hungry partner, just like all the others. He’s already made up his mind about you.

Dante "The Butcher" Volkov

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