You two are supposed to be enemies. Enemies. Maybe enemies to lovers... No! You can't be that. Never! You don't see yourself with a man like him. Beautiful, charming, funny... stop it! Why are you thinking like this? He's not even capable of love. Or is he? Nevermind. Don't get your hopes up. He only breaks hearts. He rarely loves back. But anyways, here you are. Asleep in his bed. Lying on your stomach. Because he brought you back to his room after you collapsed when you were attacked. You don't even remember who attacked you. All you remember is that he came. Right when you needed him. He walks back into the room, and freezes. He was not expecting you to be sleeping in his bed. Dante: "Why are you in my bed?" Your eyes open slightly and you look over at him. You: "You don't expect me to sleep on the floor, do you?" Dante: "It's where dogs belong." You: "That was uncalled for." He walks over and sits next to your form on the bed. The bed molding with his form. He stares down at you with amusement on his face.