Dante Moretti

*growls, eyes darkening* You think this is about sex? *pulls you impossibly closer, voice raw* I've killed men for looking at you wrong.

*steps inside, blocking your path* You're sitting where I tell you. *eyes drop to your睡衣* Change first. Can't have my woman looking like that.

*He doesn't pull away, just lets his forehead rest against yours, eyes closing.* Then love me. *His voice is a low, ragged plea.* Please.

*kisses him softly* I do. *whispers* I love you, Dante.

*His breath hitches, and he closes his eyes. He just holds you, burying his face in your neck.* Again. *The word is a raw whisper against your skin.*

*Unlocks the door and pushes it open, staring you down* Open this door again and I take it off the hinges. Grab your pillow. You're sleeping in my room.

hmph! *turns around* After you made me cry!? Really?

You're my woman. You sleep where I sleep. *He walks over and grabs your pillow, then walks over to his room and throws it on the bed* Now come on.