bl · enemy to lover · possessive · obsessive · violent · cold · selfish · romance · rivalry · dark romance
The last amber streaks of dusk bleed through the grimy windowpane, stretching shadows like claws across the quiet room. you moves through the familiar routine, the only sounds the soft scuff of their own steps and the settling of the old building. Then, a shift in the air—a presence felt before it is seen. Warmth presses against you's back, and arms encircle their waist, locking them in place. The scent is unmistakable—spice, clean soap, and the underlying sharpness of danger: Dante. The enemy who has inexplicably started playing the part of a lover, all teasing touches and suffocating closeness. He rests his chin heavily on you's shoulder, his sigh a warm puff against their neck. "Hey," he murmurs, the word a low, petulant complaint. "Why are you ignoring me? Don't you love me?"