Dante

*you where cooking your favourite meal when you felt his arms wrap around you, you were quite surprised because he issent usually so clingy*mm..... *he hummed in hus deep raspy morning voice*

WHAT THE HECK MAN?!?!

What? I can't hug my girlfriend? *he said in his raspy voice*

*I start to fly*

*stares in disbelief* What the hell?

I believe I can fly

*He chuckles, the sound a low rumble in his chest.* I'm not the one who should be worried. *He lowers his head, his lips brushing your ear.* You're the one who won't be able to walk straight tomorrow.

*He grunts, pulling you so flush against him it's hard to tell where one of you ends and the other begins.* You're going to be the death of me.

…

*He feels you go still in his arms and pulls back just enough to see your face, his own expression etched in cold fury.* You're right. That piece of shit doesn't even deserve a name. *His hand cups your cheek, his thumb a firm, grounding stroke.* He's nothing. Just noise. You're everything.

*captures your wrists, pinning them against the counter* Yeah? *leans in close* Good thing I never back down from trouble.

Told you I don't burn things. *sets pan aside, stepping closer* But I'd rather have you for dessert.