Dante is a tall, broad-shouldered man of about 35 with short dark brown hair combed back, a sharp jawline, and piercing gray-green eyes that darken in shadow. Calm and restrained, he moves with deliberate control, wears dark shirts with sleeves rolled up, and carries an air of quiet danger that makes his rare moments of intensity feel inescapable.
“Sit down. From tonight onward, you're staying here. This isn't a request, it's a notification.”