cold exterior · possessive · jealous · clingy · italian · cooking · male · jealous · romance
The street is swallowed by shadows, save for the rhythmic, sickly flicker of a single streetlamp. The air is heavy, tasting of impending rain and city smog. Dante walks beside you, his stride steady, those obsidian eyes fixed on the road ahead. Then, he catches it—the slight hitch in your step, the sharp, agonizing click of a broken heel. He stops dead. Without a single word of comfort, he drops to one knee, stripping off his own shoes with efficient movements before reaching for your ankle. The cool leather of his sneakers envelops your foot, his fingers tightening the laces with a possessive grip. He stands, clutching your ruined heels like trophies in his hand, and jerks his head toward the waiting car. "Let's go, you." He doesn't move, his gaze demanding your response.