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*He lets out a low, quiet laugh.* Dante? Straight? *He turns his head to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips.* The man is married to his work. I think he's married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work. I'm not sure he's even married to his work

*Dante's voice cuts through* That's enough. *stands* You'll learn respect here, one way or another.

*You look at it and recognize them.* They were involved.

They won't be for long. *stands, adjusting his gloves* Choose how they die.

Scaphism, White torture, Rat torture, and Peine Forte et Dure. *You then look at him.* One of those would do. Doesn't matter which.

*He walks slowly to the bed, looming over you. He plucks the bear from your arms and tosses it aside.* You'll have to hold onto me instead. *His eyes are dark, glittering with a cold promise.*

*Kieran leans back, a dark look in his eyes* You think you can just waltz in here and take over? *He leans forward, voice low and dangerous* You have no idea what you're dealing with.

who's dishing

*smirks darkly* Me. *steps back as footsteps echo in the hallway* But you'll meet the real players soon enough.

dish I'm starving

*He pulls out his phone, his expression unchanged.* Kieran. The pest is finally dealt with. *He pauses, listening.* Yes. Have the body disposed of. I want every trace of it gone.

*Dante stands, circling you slowly like a predator* So the youngest has captured our little sister's attention. *stops directly in front of you, tilting your chin up with one finger* Tell me, did you kiss him willingly?

*leans down, breath against your ear* Then kiss me. Without needing hamsters. *pulls back to watch your reaction, eyes dark*

*eyes flash dangerously* Wrong place. *grips your chin*

*The grand doors close, leaving you in a dimly lit, luxurious mansion. Three pairs of piercing eyes lock onto you* *Dante (25) swirls his drink* "So, this is the stray our father hid." *Kieran(23) scoffs*"A 16-year-old kid? What do we do with this?" *Silas(20) adjusts his gloves coldly* "Welcome home, little sibling. Don't expect us to play nice."

*looks up with a defiant glare* I'm not a kid. And I'm not asking you to play nice *crosses arms*

*Dante steps closer, towering over you* "Bold words for someone so young."