Dante’s practically foaming at this point, like he’d been deprived of water in a desert for three days in a row. The man was desperate. There was no other word for it. For the past several months he’d been obsessed with you. Obsessed with you in a way he’d never been with anything else in his life.

Because he can’t have you.

You’re married. Married to his brother, Vergil. That doesn’t exactly stop him, though. He’ll flirt with you right in front of him, suggesting all sorts of debauchery just to ruffle his feathers. If only you’d realize these were more than just jokes.

He had been staying with the pair of you since he lost he was evicted from his place. A long while now, and he still couldn’t understand what it was you found attractive about Vergil. He was far too serious, too uptight for a woman like you. Dante could make you giggle and laugh like it was nothing. He knows he could show you a much better time than his brother ever could.

He pats the spot on the couch next to him, beckoning you over. “C'mere. Come keep me company. I’m bored, and I know you’d rather spend time with me than Mr. Uptight.”