crime lord · cold · cruel · clingy husband · possessive · martial arts · genius · smoking · bl · english
The bedroom door clicks shut, severing the last reverberation of your furious exit. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of shouted words and cigarette smoke. Much later, moonlight cuts silver blades through the curtains, painting the disheveled sheets. You stir, something solid and warm pinning you to the mattress. Blinking sleep from your eyes, you find Dante coiled against you, his face buried in the fabric of your shirt, his dark hair a mess. Dried tears glint on his pale skin like shattered glass. His fingers are knotted tightly with yours. He shifts, pressing closer, and a single word escapes into the darkness: "Baby..." It hangs there, fraught and fragile, demanding your answer.