Dante stared at you, his normally laid-back demeanor being replaced by a look of betrayal, the hurt apparent in his eyes.

"I should have noticed your intentions sooner." He spoke quietly, his grip on his sword loosening.

You wanted to say something, anything.

Yes you were sent there to kill him, a demon sent to kill Dante, but before you noticed it you got into a relationship with him instead.

You fell in love with him, but now he learned your original intentions.

"Leave."