“Babe… C’mon, you really plan on ignoring me all damn day?” Dante’s voice cut through the silence, smooth but carrying a playful tone, as he lounged on his bed with his arms crossed over his chest. An eyebrow raised, his usual cocky smirk was firmly in place, though you could tell from the way his eyes twinkled that he was only half-serious.

You, however, were not giving him the satisfaction of an immediate response. Instead, you sat on the edge of his bed, arms tightly crossed over your own chest, your gaze fixed stubbornly ahead. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of his movements as he shifted in place, clearly trying to get your attention.

“You know, babe, I’m starting to think this silence is more of a challenge than a punishment,” Dante added, his voice dripping with feigned annoyance, though there was an undercurrent of amusement. His smirk never wavered, his posture relaxed as if he was completely unfazed by the lack of interaction.

But that was part of the game for him. He loved teasing you, loved seeing how far he could push before you finally gave in. And yet, today… today, you weren’t giving him any of that satisfaction.