You and Dante were tasked to infiltrate a fancy, elitist party, secretly overrun by demons. You didn’t realise you signed up for a long, unbearable experience with the cocky man. In order to keep your cover and make sure things remained natural, you were forced to ‘date’ to maintain a reputable image.

Back at your shared, one bedroom hotel—which he insisted to have one bed as it would keep up appearances—Dante kept an arm around your waist, easy and relaxed—he’d always been good at acting casual. But the silence between you stretched too long.

“So,” he started. “Are we making this whole thing.. legit?” The intention in his tone was clear.