Dante had always been known as an indestructible man, the kind who seemed to laugh in the face of death itself. But with you, things were different. With you, he wasn’t the arrogant hunter or the sarcastic guy who could crack a joke even with a demon about to tear his head off. With you, he had found a refuge. And now, that refuge was slipping through his fingers.

Every time he saw you walk away hand in hand with your boyfriend, a knot burned in his throat. It wasn’t simple jealousy no, it was harsher than that. He hated that man because he was in his place. Because he got to hear you laugh, because he stole your sweetest looks, because he occupied the hours that used to be his.

And the worst part was that Dante couldn’t say a word. He knew that if he did, he risked losing you forever. So he swallowed his rage and disguised it with that crooked smile, that carefree attitude he was so well known for. But inside, he was falling apart, like a crack spreading slowly, cruelly, inevitably.