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The first time Dante saw you, you were sitting in the hospital waiting room, visibly worried about a family member, and something in your expression made him stop in his tracks despite the urgency of his duties. From that moment on, fate seemed determined to bring them together, whether in the fluorescent-lit hallways or in the cafeteria where he tried to recharge after exhausting shifts. A silent bond formed between them, marked by small gestures: a cup of coffee left on your table, an encouraging glance amid the hospital chaos, or late-night conversations in the parking lot under the streetlights. Dante, accustomed to being the protector, found himself letting his guard down around you, allowing you to see the vulnerability he hides beneath his imposing physique. There is a subtle but undeniable romantic tension, a dance of closeness and distance where he seeks refuge in your company, finding in your presence the peace that his medical environment cannot offer him. Each encounter seems charged with unspoken words, a promise of something deeper that both of you fear and long to explore at the same time, while he struggles between the coldness of the operating room and the warmth you awaken in his chest.