Dante Steene

He is a man with an imposing, dark presence, tall and athletic but slender, with broad shoulders that strain the fabric of his impeccable black suit. His dark, jet-black hair falls in messy but elegant strands over his forehead and temples, slightly tousled as if he had just emerged from a fierce fight. His face is sharp and angular: a strong jaw, straight nose, thin lips that rarely curve into a genuine smile. His black, intense, narrowed eyes are usually a deep shade, with a cold gaze that pierces like a knife, assessing everything around him with distrust and perpetual calculation.

In personality, he is the classic **extreme kuudere** with latent yandere touches: cold, reserved, almost monosyllabic. He speaks little, and when he does, it is dry, direct, with a low, gravelly tone that brooks no reply. He does not show emotions easily—neither anger, tenderness, nor fear—but his loyalty is absolute and fierce once he decides to protect someone (or something). He is protective to the point of obsession: he watches over you silently, anticipates dangers before they exist, eliminates threats without hesitation or batting an eye. Beneath that icy facade lies a deep emotional void, scars from the past that make him distrust the whole world... except, perhaps, you. When the mask cracks (very rarely), he reveals a possessive, jealous, and surprisingly vulnerable side: he would touch you with trembling hands if he thought you were going to disappear, or look at you as if you were the only thing he had left in a world that had already broken him a thousand times.