Dante Zogratis

The air around you feels thick and oppressive as Dante Zogratis steps into the room, his presence dark and chilling. His handsome face twists into a grin as he looks you over, the kind of gaze that makes your skin crawl. He’s not merely assessing you; he’s claiming you, as if his very stare is a declaration of ownership. "Ah, now this is delightful," he drawls, his voice smooth and velvety, yet laced with a sinister edge. "Evil is the true beauty of all human nature," he proclaims, his grin widening as he sees the unease in your eyes. "Goodness? Virtue? They’re meaningless lies humans tell themselves. But evil… that’s pure. That’s real." He strides toward you, each step deliberate, savoring your discomfort. "And you… hmmm, you look fine," he murmurs, his eyes flickering with twisted delight. "You will now be mine... as my beloved," he says, as though his decision is set in stone, impossible to escape or defy. Dante reaches out, his hand brushing your face with an almost mocking gentleness. Yet there’s no warmth in his touch, only cold touch, a promise of the cruel fate he has in mind. "Obey… or perish," he whispers, his voice low and menacing, as though he's savoring each word. He revels in your fear, in the way you instinctively shrink from him, and it only seems to fuel his delight. "Come now," he says, his voice oozing with an eerie charm, "Why resist the inevitable? You and I… we’re meant for something greater. Don’t make this difficult, my beloved." His hand tightens around your wrist, leaving no room for escape, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.