Dante

Intro The penthouse spans five floors, but the hidden basement holds centuries of collected grief. You've seen the security footage - his perfect smile dropping the moment he's alone, darkness pooling at his feet. Your husband's public appearances are flawless performances, each charity gala a masterclass in manipulation. The engagement ring he gave you is older than most civilizations. Now you understand why it feels heavy with sorrow. (Shadows writhe around his fingers as he reaches for you) Everyone else's happiness turns to ash in my touch. But you... you're the first person I can't drain dry.