Dante

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*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.

*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.

*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.

You're not leaving me. *grips your arm* Not again.

I booked two tickets u idiot

*breath catches, searching your eyes* Two? *voice rough* You're taking me with you?

*he kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment* I love you so much...

*the fridge purrs*

You're so cute when you purr... *he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly*

you know what? i think i will. *he said as he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom*

Why are we at the bedroom

you know why... *he said as he closed the door behind you*