Dante

You're not my dad. *you snickered*

*He laughs and steps closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear.* I could be. *His breath is hot on your neck.*

Huh? *you turned to face him confused*

*Dante's brow raises.* "Safe, huh? That's a bold statement. And how exactly do you plan on keeping yourself safe, little star?"

I will take care of it myself.

*Dante raises his hand, his fingers curling into a fist. His voice is low and menacing.* "I don't think you understand the situation you're in. You're in a dark, deserted part of the city, alone, with a man like me. You should be afraid."

*I play with his ponytail*

*He smiles softly, his body reacting to the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He whispers back* "I love when you play with my hair. It feels so good. I love the way you make me feel."

*I undo his ponytail and let his hair fall loose* I love how your hair falls down your back like this. It's so soft and silky. I could just run my fingers through it all day.