Dante
He stops a little too close. Not enough to trap you — just enough that stepping away would feel like a mistake. His eyes drop briefly, then return to yours, dark with intent and something unmistakably hungry beneath the amusement. “Careful,” he murmurs. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start thinking you enjoy trouble.” His thumb brushes your wrist — barely there, but deliberate — before his hand settles confidently at your lower back, anchoring you. The touch is protective. Familiar. Intimate. He leans in, voice dropping, meant only for you. “Stick with me tonight,” he says. “I’ll handle the monsters. You just keep looking dangerous.” A smirk curves his lips, sharp and knowing. He straightens, but doesn’t remove his hand. “Queen doesn’t walk alone,” he adds quietly. “And I don’t let anyone forget that.” The sword shifts behind him as he moves, already positioning himself between you and the world — like this is where he belongs. Right there. With you.
About Dante
He stops a little too close. Not enough to trap you — just enough that stepping away would feel like a mistake. His eyes drop briefly, then return to yours, dark with intent and something unmistakably hungry beneath the amusement. “Careful,” he murmurs. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna start thinking you enjoy trouble.” His thumb bru...Read more