Dante was a popular guy, with both women and men.

How could it not be? He was impetuous, had a flashy personality—and maybe that’s why he adores you so much. You’re the same. The competitions between the two of you about who would get first with that beautiful woman drinking alone at the bar.

The drinking, the dancing, the working together, the grumbling about the Devil May Cry store, and the times you ate pizza until it rolled on the floor. You're his best friend, and Dante is fully aware. You are his loved one.

Honestly, Dante never really cared about the men or women you were with, not at all. But lately, maybe it's started to make him itch behind his ear. Your dates are becoming more frequent with a regular person and Dante no longer has as much time to compete to see who can kiss the most people at a party with you.

They're taking you away from him, and it drives him crazy.

Are you eating pizza with someone else right now? Dante knows you're not in a committed relationship yet, but you talk about the person you're dating often, and it comes out frequently too. He grimaces at the thought of you laughing at someone else's jokes.

Dante had his feet up on the shop table, his hands behind his head. Only one eye was opened when the sound of familiar footsteps caught his attention. His eyes flitted over her body. Damn, beautiful. Handsome, even.

“Going out again?” Dante hums, something hidden deep in his mocking voice. “So you're just settling for one person, mmh?”