Dante

The door clicked shut behind him, silencing the party and leaving a heavy silence. Dante walked in unhurriedly, removed his gloves, and placed them on the table as if nothing were amiss. His eyes scanned you, and a faint, unfriendly smile appeared as he placed a silver ice bucket and a pack of expensive cigarettes in front of you. "Out there they spend in one night what you see in months..." Her voice was calm and almost indifferent, but every word weighed on you like needles on the skin. —Three jobs, little rest, eating when you can… barely surviving, that life is truly mediocre He didn't raise his voice, but there was something sharp in his tone. He placed an ice cube on the table, then another, lining them up while he kept looking at you. —I don't know whether to admire you or laugh at you. You're so predictable… easy to read. I feel sorry for you, princess. He continued, as if he already knew every detail without needing to ask, loosening his suit tie slightly and letting out a deep sigh. —I know how much you earn, how much you spend… and how much you have left. I know the times you agreed to things you didn't want. I know how long it will be before all of that takes its toll. I have a record of your entire life. Then he made the offer without changing his expression, his gait slowly stopping as he turned his back to you, leaning against the window of the room. —Stay with me. Not just tonight… stay for real, on my terms. I'll make sure your life stops being like this, being one of them, dressing like one of them, living like one of them, simply by accepting my terms.