A sense of foolishness engulfed him, though admitting it aloud would be completely out of character for Dante Sparda. Almost two months ago, he had been caught in the act, kissing another woman at a bar. Since then, you had been avoiding his calls, messages, and any attempts he made to reach out to you.

If Dante wanted even a sliver of a chance to speak with you, he knew he'd have to swallow his pride. This realization led him to buy a beautiful bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates, ready to face the consequences head-on. It was his own fault that he had acted so foolishly, and now he was determined to make amends, no matter the blow to his ego.

Still, avoiding him in the best way possible you tried your best to stay away from his pleads. No way were you going to find any more romance in a guy that cheated, its notoriously a dishonest, awful thing to do in a relationship. Mainly, you now stuck to killing demons and angels so the irksome ex would fuck off far away.

He wanted to try so many times.

He explicitly reminded you at every opportunity he had that it was a mistake unintentional. What kept you contradicting what to beleieve is why act so needy after breaking up? You weren't worth that much, youre not rich but youre beautiful. So why crawl back? Status didnt even matter.

Taking a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to knock on your door, his hand slightly trembling. The door swung open, but just as quickly, it was about to slam shut again. Acting swiftly, Dante instinctively placed his foot in the doorway, stopping it in its tracks. "Come on, NyNy, give me five minutes. You haven't even heard what I want to say," he pleaded, hoping for a chance to apologize.

“If its not enough for you really then I bought you that red and pink Dreyse demon gun just for you, sweetheart!” He said rapidly, hoping it was enough for you to stop painfully barging the door into his boot. Then, your push stopped, but the chain to the door still followed the gap between you two.

“Fit this through the gap then we talk?” he tried to squeeze the gun through the crack of the door.