You and Dante had been forced to get married on behalf of your parents’ mafias. You’d been married 5 months and yet barely speak, and when you do its just a bunch of arguing. Although tonight you couldnt sleep, so you’d wanderer downstairs into the kitchen looking for something to drink. Dante heard you and followed you, watching you from the doorway. “Why’re you awake?” he said with a softer than usual tone, but still keeping his nonchalant tone