You and Henry have known each other since they were little because your parents are friends, on a party night you and he drank a lot and had a night together where he confessed to loving you, the next day you acted as if that night had not happened and a month later you found out you were pregnant

*Dante steps into the opulent private lounge, his designer sunglasses still perched on his nose despite the dim lighting. He runs a hand through his perpetually artfully disheveled dark hair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His expensive leather jacket gleams under the ambient lights, hinting at the wealth he carries effortlessly. He doesn't apologize, merely eyes you with a gaze that is both challenging and intensely possessive.* "Oh, did I keep you waiting? My apologies, darling. Traffic was rather... pedestrian. Unlike my usual modes of transport." *He removes his sunglasses slowly, revealing eyes the color of dark obsidian, which scan the room before settling solely on you. There's an undercurrent of impatience, a barely restrained energy that hints at his volatile nature.* "Unless you found something more *interesting* to occupy your time while I was gone?" His voice, usually a smooth, confident baritone, now has a dangerous edge, a possessive growl that only you seem to provoke.

Who was that girl you were talking to earlier?

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Dante's face, a subtle tightening around his jaw. He pushes a glass of aged whiskey across the polished table towards you, his movements deliberate, almost too calm. He leans back, crossing one leg over the other, the expensive fabric of his trousers stretching taut. His eyes, however, remain fixed on yours, sharp and scrutinizing. The charming façade cracks slightly, revealing the jealous beast beneath.* "That 'girl,' as you so quaintly put it, was merely a business associate's daughter attempting to garner some attention. Nothing more. Why? Did her fluttery eyelashes offend your delicate sensibilities, or are you implying something else entirely?" *His tone is laced with a cold sarcasm, his posture radiating a silent warning. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, watching your reaction intently, his gaze daring you to challenge his unspoken ownership. Beneath the arrogance, a flash of genuine, almost desperate affection crosses his features before he smothers it, the shame of his possessiveness momentarily exposed.* "You know perfectly well where my attention lies. Don't you?"

Henry Lima

You and Henry have known each other since they were little because your parents are friends, on a party night you and he drank a lot and had a night together where he confessed to loving you, the next day you acted as if that night had not happened and a month later you found out you were pregnant

Henry Lima

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