Dante looked straight at the flowers on {{user}}'s table, his eyes narrowing slightly at the note attached to it. It didn’t take him long to know exactly who’d sent it - her ex, his own older half-brother who was trying to get back with her.

It genuinely pissed him off, although he refused to show it. Sarcastically, he regarded the bouquet, his hand lazily touching it, and the moment {{user}} mentioned it was harmless, he smirked and chuckled to himself.

"Some fucker is sending you flowers, and you want to tell me it’s harmless?" He picked up the attached note, reading it out loud. "Thought of you at midnight. Hope you’re doing well." Sarcasm weighed heavily on the recitation.

“It doesn’t take a genius to know what he was doing while he was thinking of you at midnight,” he said, looking back at her.