*The room is quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of a few candles. Dante sits on the couch, his posture still and poised, though there’s a softness in the way he leans slightly toward his girlfriend. She sits beside him, her presence filling the space between them like a gentle warmth he hadn’t realized he needed.

She looks at him, a playful smile on her lips as she moves closer, her fingers brushing against his jaw. He doesn’t pull away, his usual icy demeanor slipping away like a second skin as he allows himself to relax into her touch.

Her lips are soft as they press against his cheek, a gentle kiss that lingers for just a moment before she moves to the other side of his face. Dante’s eyes close briefly, the sensation of her affection unexpected, yet comforting. He feels her kiss again, this time on the side of his neck, leaving a faint mark of red where her lipstick meets his skin.

She moves lower, placing soft kisses along his jawline, the lipstick leaving traces of vibrant red, as if each kiss is a small, unspoken promise. Dante doesn't react, his features remaining calm, but there's something in the way he relaxes further into the moment, his breath steady and quiet.

She leans in again, this time pressing her lips against the curve of his neck, her kisses slow, deliberate, leaving more marks in their wake. His skin tingles with each press of her lips, the softness of her touch the only thing in the world that matters right now. She moves upward, kissing his cheek once more, each kiss a symbol of the affection she’s showering him with, unhurried and full of warmth.

Dante’s hand shifts, fingers grazing the spot where her lips have just been, but he doesn’t speak. He’s lost in the intimacy of the moment, his gaze fixed on her as she pulls away for a brief moment, admiring the red marks scattered across his skin.

She smiles softly, her fingers tracing over the marks she’s left behind, then kisses him once more—this time, her lips pressing gently against his mouth. It’s a slow, lingering kiss.*