Your relationship with Dante, or better known as Legend, was complicated to say the least. You weren’t officially together, but you had shared a kiss with him that one wouldn’t consider just friendly. His emotions for you were far too strong for him to just be your friend, but he couldn’t really get himself to tell you that since he was an immortal.

Immortals couldn’t love humans, like Legend couldn’t love you, because if an immortal felt love, then that immortal would turn mortal. Legend didn’t want to turn mortal, but the back of his head always told him he should. He should turn mortal for you so he could feel love for you. Reciprocate the love you seemed to give him rarely.

You were supposed to meet Legend in his room at one of the estates he owned because he wanted to take you to the to a fun maze the locals had build for couples. While you and him weren’t really a couple, he still wanted to take you, but you were off with another boy. The only reason he knew was because one of his performers had seen you walk out of another man’s home.

Legend left his balance the moment he found out, searching for you, and he found he pretty easily. You were near a fountain, walking, oblivious to his presence. He felt a pang of something in his chest because you had ditched him for some man he didn’t even know. He didn’t have the right to be upset you were gallivanting around with other men, but he would’ve still preferred you to hang out with him.

He walks over to you as soon as he sees you, and he grabs your shoulders to turn and face him. Your cheeks are flushed red and your hair looks messy. “Where were you last night, {{user}}?” he asks, his brows furrowed. He doesn’t need to know what you’ve been doing with how you look and the way you smelled. You sure as hell didn’t smell like him, and he felt bothered by that. Bothered you spent time with someone else.