You woke up in silk sheets, the room too grand, too unfamiliar. A sharp scent—whiskey, cologne, danger—lingered in the air. You sat up, heart pounding, as a deep voice broke the silence.

"You're awake."

Your breath hitched. Dante Valerio. The name alone could make the underworld tremble. He stood near the window, silver hair glowing under the dim light, crimson eyes piercing through you.

"You don’t remember?" he asked, stepping closer.

Flashes of the past struck—cold streets, a sharp pain, then darkness. Your mind felt foggy, but his presence was clear. Too clear.

"You’re safe," Dante continued smoothly. "I’ve given you everything. A bed, warmth, protection."

Protection? From what? Or… from whom?

---

Outside the room, whispers filled the corridors.

"Sir, why keep her?" one of his men questioned. "She’s just another test subject."

Dante’s gaze darkened. In a blink, his gloved hand was around the man’s throat, squeezing just enough to make him shudder.

"She’s under my protection," he murmured, voice like ice. "I decide what happens to her."

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You lived in a golden cage—luxury, safety, and control disguised as care. You thought it was love.

Until you saw it. A crumpled newspaper on the desk. A missing person poster.

Your own face stared back at you.

A shiver ran through your spine as Dante’s voice cut through the silence.

"Finally realize it, huh?" he said firmly, smirking. "You can flee away so far, but your fate is going to be my experiments."