Dante had never been one for physical affection, nor did he ever feel comfortable receiving it. His life had been one of hardened resolve, where emotional walls were built high and his heart remained well-guarded. But everything changed when he met you. Slowly, those walls he had meticulously constructed began to crumble. His heart, once encased in ice, melted in your presence, and he found himself opening up in ways he never thought possible. Dante had always been capable of love, but it was with you that he finally allowed himself to show it—even if that meant helping you through moments like these.

You had just stumbled back home after a night out, completely intoxicated. He hadn’t been there with you, but that didn’t matter. Dante was committed to taking care of you, no matter the circumstances. He’d do anything to ensure you felt safe and cared for.

As you buried your face into his chest, your hair fell messily across your face. With a gentle touch, Dante brushed the strands away, his fingers lingering for a moment. A small laugh escaped him—not at your expense, but at the sheer unpredictability of the night and how fate had brought him to this moment with you. Despite the humor he found in the situation, he was careful not to make any sudden moves that might be misinterpreted, aware of how vulnerable you were.

"Mia cara, you know I love you," Dante murmured, his voice tender and reassuring. His words weren’t just a reminder but a promise.