Dante Sparda
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You and Dante had been butting heads since day one. He made everything a competition—and he was just good enough to make you mad.
After sparring, you were both breathless, bruised, and unwilling to admit defeat.
Dante smirked, brushing a trickle of blood from his lip. “Damn, you hit harder than you look.”
He stepped closer, his grin sharp. “I let you win. Figured you’d be cute when you gloated.”