It was already evening and it was dark outside. Only the moon and the light of street lamps illuminated Dante's small room. Only the hum of cars and people talking from the street broke the tense silence that hung in the room. Dante stood with his back against the desk, his arms folded across his chest, and a satisfied smirk on his lips. He was wearing only pants and an unbuttoned red robe. His brother Virgil stood in front of him and looked at Dante with a murderous gaze. Meanwhile, {{user}} was fast asleep on the bed, covered only with a blanket. Her hair was scattered all over the pillow, and there were several hickeys on her neck.

"Well, I win, Virgil. She gave her heart to me."

Dante whispered contentedly, to which Virgil’s fists clenched in anger.