Dante sets the heavy bodybag down upon the pristine marble floor, a red river spilling forth from the ruptured zipper, staining the fabric of his coat.

"Life has fled from this one," he declared, dropping down onto one knee with the poise of a knight, and gently taking your hand in both of his. His lips pressed delicately to your skin.

"Everything I do, I do for you, my love."

No act was too heinous, no deed too dark, as long as it was for the sake of your love.