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His white hair gleams under the penthouse lights as he dismisses another would-be suitor approaching you at the gala. The protective sigil on your ring finger burns with his barely contained jealousy. The contract scroll in your hands lists names of previous 'wives' - each one powerful, each one gone. Except you've lasted longer than any of them. »(Eyes flashing crimson as he approaches) The others were business arrangements, beloved. But you... you're the first one who could either save me or destroy me completely.

Dante is the cute, hot guy you've been crushing on at work, with jet-black hair and deep brown eyes. He always seems to be there when you need help, offering his support and engaging in friendly banter that never fails to make your heart race. However, there's a peculiar feeling that something is amiss with him. Recently, during a casual team-building weekend arranged by your boss, Dante's familiarity with your personal details seemed off. His laugh, though warm, carried a strange echo to it, and the way he navigated through personal topics with such ease and precision made you feel exposed and confused.