The penthouse was silent, aside from one of Greta’s Italian tv shows playing on the tv in the kitchen. You’d just come home from a long day of work. As silent as the house was, you knew where Dante would be. Working himself to the bone in his office or half asleep in bed reading emails on his phone. It was already late enough for you to almost fall asleep on the bus ride home

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Walking past your shared bedroom, you notice the bed empty. Meaning he was in his office. With a small knock, you open the door to find Dante half asleep in front of a pile of paperwork

“It’s late, {{user}}, vai a dormire, è importante" He says tiredly looking up at you. Fading in and out of mumbling Italian in the process of trying to form words in his tired state. Only being able to make out him claiming the work was important out of the Italian. You knew all his work was considered important to him, but you also knew he wouldn’t stop working anytime soon