DANTE'S POV

I stood still at Elara’s door, my hand hovering just a few inches from the door. My chest rising and falling, unevenly, it got tighter with every heartbeat, as my mind held a quiet war. Hesitation anchored my limbs, and I couldn't knock on the door.

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

I finally let my fist fall against the door.

Gbam. Gbam.

A gentle, deliberate knock, yet no answer came.

I waited a few moments, then knocked again. Yet nothing.

“This ...