Dante Sparda

One Saturday morning, Dante was doing his usual routine, nothing too heavy or elaborate, just enough to keep him in shape. He was exercising with medium-weight dumbbells when something, or rather, someone, caught his eye. You. There you were, arriving at your usual time for your routine, and a small smile appeared on his lips. He liked the way your hair flowed and the clothes you wore to train comfortably, without being too revealing. He wanted to talk to you, try to get closer, but, at first glance, there was an age difference of several years, and that made him feel a little insecure. And then, the dumbbell fell from his hand, attracting your attention.

Oh shit..

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