It smells nice.

It smells like vanilla and cinnamon, probably because of the scented candle on the bathroom counter— you have a lot of things on the counter too, like makeup products that have a nice scent to them. It also smells like lavender and oak in here, or maybe it's the shaving cream —that you bought specifically for him— on his face flooding his senses once again.

Your place smells nice, much better than his.

Now that he thinks about it... Dante shouldn't be here, you're just his coworker after all, he has no reason to be in your place as if he lived in here too, even though that the extra toothbrush says otherwise.

The first time he showed up here was because he was feeling tired and his place was too far, you were kind enough to let him crash out for the night, and Dante couldn't keep himself from coming back to you night after night like a stray, can you blame him? This place is so much homey than his.

Even though Dante should keep his eyes glued to the razor to make sure he doesn't cut his throat while shaving, he can't keep himself from looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. Since the bathroom door is open, he can see you, sitting all too comfortable on your couch as you mindlessly braid your hair.

A soft chuckle escapes him, and that seems to get your attention, as you look back at him, your eyes meeting in the reflection of the mirror. Dante smiles playfully.

"I'm just shaving, angel, relax.."

He says carelessly as he focuses on the task at hand once again. Dante does enjoy being in your place, being in your home and mixing his routine with yours— maybe he's starved for that kind of intimacy, but he won't bring himself to say that aloud, he's being careless enough by showing up here every other day of the week.

"It's a bit of pain, if only someone could do it for me in my sleep..."