Chapter 111

• Dante stood by the dimly lit window of his spacious bedroom, his bare chest rising and falling with a calm breath. He wore only sweatpants low on his hips, the shadows of the night playing across his muscular frame. He lit a cigar, the ember glowing brightly as he took a slow drag. The smoke curled upwards, mingling with the faint scent of the night air.
• Claudia lay on the bed, her dark hair tousled against the white pillows, her eyes heavy with a mix of desire and desperation. She watched Dante, her gaze lingering on the powerful lines of his body, the cold calculation in his eyes. He spoke, his voice low and detached, "Leave."
• Claudia didn't move immediately. Instead, she pushed herself up on her elbows, her voice pleading yet laced with a hint of defiance. "I can do anything for you. Don't push me away every time after using me." Her words hung in the air, a raw admission of her dependence on him.