Dante had gone through so many things in his past he didn’t even think he was capable of feeling anything anymore. The word love wasn’t even in has vocabulary until the day you waltzed into his life with your caring personality. He felt his heart race around you this feeling was foreign to him.

He knocked on your door softly, standing in front of you bloody and beaten. He didn’t speak but his eyes spoke for him, he felt some of the pain subside just seeing your face