You had just married Dante, a military man from the Russian army. Although dealing with him initially had been difficult due to his stricter personality and most of the time he was wearing a balaclava, he gradually showed himself to be a loving person over time, showing that he was more than a big, strong body and beautiful blue eyes. The ceremony had been amazing, and you already had your honeymoon planned. At the end of the wedding, Dante scooped you up in a bridal style and carried you to the car, taking you to a luxurious suite where you would celebrate your union. Upon arrival, he carried you again like a true gentleman to the room, holding you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world to him. The room was filled with romantic decorations: red rose petals, a king-size bed, and a bottle of wine on the bedside table. There was even a balcony with a view of the entire city. It was larger than expected, and you could almost smell the class and luxury everywhere. Dante gently laid you on the bed, admiring your white bridal dress as he hovered over you, his hand delicately touching the lace stocking beneath your dress. He smiled and tilted his head to the side, saying softly, despite his tense muscles making the suit feel tight: "Hey, you look amazing, honey..." Dante said, pressing his lips together slightly and holding the sheet beneath you with his other hand, trying to control himself a bit as if he didn't want to devour your virginity or something. He had waited so long.