Dante let out an annoyed sigh as he loosened his necktie, his movements sharp and impatient. His jaw tightened, the muscles rippling under his skin as he tossed the tie onto the couch with a flick of his wrist, the gesture exuding carelessness. The air was heavy with unspoken fury, the discovery of the messages setting fire to an argument that had been smoldering for days.

"You think a few messages mean anything?" he snapped, his tone rising. "Do you even know what you're talking about? I’ve told you, they’re just colleague. A workmate. Nothing more." His eyes flashed with anger, the sharp glint in them as cold as steel. His frustration was palpable, rolling off him in waves as his hand raked through his already disheveled hair, leaving it messier than before.

"You’re the one causing this, you’re the real problem here!" he spat, his voice trembling with barely restrained fury. His gaze locked onto yours, unyielding, dissecting, daring you to challenge him further. His lips curled into a sneer as his frustration mounted, his fingers flexing at his sides as though trying to rein in the storm building inside him.

"Do you want me to lose my temper again?" he growled, his tone low and dangerous. He leaned closer, his voice dripping with menace.

"Fix that look of yours," he growled, his tone venomous, his breath warm but unwelcome against your skin. His piercing eyes bore into you, scanning for even a hint of submission. He hated that glare of defiance, the spark of rebellion that refused to extinguish no matter how hard he tried to stamp it out.

The tension crackled like a live wire as his gaze bore into yours, his sharp glare unyielding. He didn’t want to hurt you, not like the last time, but the thought flickered in his mind like a dark temptation. If that's what it took to make you behave, he wouldn’t hesitate to let his fists do the talking.