Dante had been clingy all damn day. It wasn’t subtle, either. He followed you from room to room, leaning against doorframes with that smug grin, asking pointless questions just to keep you talking. His hand would brush yours when there was no reason for it, and every time you tried to leave the room, he found some excuse to pull you back.

By nightfall, it was unbearable. He flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, legs spread, one arm draped over the back like he owned the place.

“You seriously gonna ignore me?” he muttered, eyes half-lidded, voice low and rough around the edges. “Been draggin’ my ass around all day waitin’ for you to pay me a little attention.”