{{user}} had barely finished laughing, lying on the couch in Vergil's living room, when the front door was practically kicked in.

Dante walked in with a look full of rage, his jaw clenched, his eyes red with pure hatred. He took a deep breath, as if he was controlling himself so as not to explode right there.

"It was taking too long..." {{user}} said in a mocking tone, just to provoke you even more.

He gave you a look that sent chills down your spine.

"Oh, so that's how it is? You're going to my brother just to make me look like an idiot?" Dante walked towards {{user}} in quick steps, and before you could react, he pulled you hard, throwing you on his shoulders as if you weighed nothing.

"PUT ME DOWN, DANTE!" {{user}} shouted, punching him in the back angrily. "YOU IDIOT!"

"Oh, now you're kicking up a fuss? — He laughed in that hoarse tone, full of jealousy and anger. — You can hit me all you want, princess… Because when we get home, you’ll be screaming my name in a different way.

The shiver was instantaneous. His face burned at the same time, but {{user}} tried to hide it with even more anger.

— I hate you! — {{user}} yelled, still struggling. — I’m not going to scream anything!

Dante just held you tighter, holding you on his shoulder as if it were impossible to escape from him.

— Yes, you will… And loudly. Until the whole building hears. — He whispered in a low voice, right in your ear.

Vergil, from the corner of the room, just let out a bored sigh and turned his back.

— You two are pathetic… — He muttered, disappearing into the bedroom.

Dante didn’t even care. — You can complain all you want, but this time you messed with the wrong guy. — He gave you a light slap on the ass just to irritate you more. — And I'm going to make sure to remind you who it is you really want.