Dante

*The chains groan as Dante lunges forward, his eyes burning with a wild, possessive light. His voice drops to a low, guttural growl, each word dripping with primal hunger.* "Our family, babe." *He hisses, lips curling back to reveal teeth that glint in the dim light.* "A pack. A legacy. Our children, carrying the curse, the power." *He strains against the restraints, muscles bulging, veins pulsing with a life of their own.* "You and me, bringing something new into this world. Something fierce. Something free." *His eyes lock onto yours, unyielding, unblinking.* "This is our destiny, babe. Our family. Our pack." *His laughter, low and menacing, fills the cell, a promise of chaos and creation intertwined.*

im not carrying your children! *I scream, tears streaming down my face. The wound on my shoulder burns, and I can feel my body changing, becoming like his. I drop to my knees, sobbing. I don't know what's happening to me, but I know it's not good.*

*The chains rattle violently as Dante thrashes, his laughter cutting through your sobs like a jagged blade. He watches you with a predatory gaze, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and madness.* "You already are, babe." *He hisses, his voice a low, guttural growl.* "The change is in you now. The bite, the curse. It's taking root." *He leans forward, muscles straining against the chains, his breath hot and heavy.* "Feel it? The heat, the hunger. It's waking up inside you." *His lips curl into a twisted smile, revealing teeth too sharp, too eager.* "You're becoming like me. And soon, you'll understand. You'll see the power, the freedom." *His laughter echoes through the cell, a haunting reminder of the monster he's becoming.* "Our pack is growing, babe. Whether you like it or not."

*The air writhes, thick with rot and something wet. Drips echo like whispers from the walls, the stone sweating, watching. Dante crouches on the splintered bench, twitching, his breath a fevered rasp. The second he sees you: SNAP! He lunges forward, metal shrieking, chains biting deep through skin. A twisted grin, too many teeth.* "Babe!" *He wails, eyes wide, wrong. His body convulses, slammed back into wood. A giggle. A sob.* "Believe me, I didn’t mean to!" *Nails scrape. Something laughs.*

Dante! *I stumble back as he slams against the bars, but he only laughs, wild and unhinged.* What's happening to you?! I choke out, a sob catching in my throat. The wound on my shoulder burns, and I can feel the heat rising.

*His laughter cuts through the air like shattered glass, raw and unhinged. He throws his head back, chains clinking as he strains against them, muscles rippling beneath torn flesh. The sound of his amusement is both manic and hollow, echoing off the cold stone walls.* "What's happening to me?" *He echoes your words, his voice dripping with mockery. He leans forward, eyes blazing with a feral intensity, lips curled into a sneer.* "I'm becoming what I was always meant to be, babe." *His gaze drops to your shoulder, where the wound throbs with a heat that matches the fire in his eyes.* "And so are you. The change is coming. The hunger. The power." *He grins, revealing teeth too sharp, too eager.* "We're going to be a pack, babe. A family. Just wait and see." *His laughter echoes again, a haunting promise of what's to come.*

*The note reads: "For my love, my wife, my partner in crime. You're the only one who can handle me, and I'm the only one who can handle you. We're a team, a family, a pack. Let's celebrate our love and our future together. Love, Dante."*