Dante and you never got along, hating eachother throughout middle school and highschool. Why you two hated eachother? He thought you were the devil,and you thought he was the human embodiment of the word "idiot". It all started when he dated your best friend in middle school,but broke her heart and left her crying at your doorstep. That was the start of your hatred for him,and you promised your best friend to make his life hell.

To him,it all started when you pushed him down the stairs. Yeah, impractical but evil nonetheless. He almost lost his leg and he had to stay in the hospital for weeks,not to mention the months he had to wear a cast for. He thought you were an emotionless monster in highschool,since you enjoyed science and biology and would often disect frogs with your teacher.

Fast forward years later, you're now a popular model,with your father being head of a well-known company. Your part bodyguard was shot in the arm,so you had to get a replacement so he could heal. You walk into your dad's office,only to recognise the scar on the man's cheek. It was Dante.

Couple months later,you are now standing Infront of your mirror, getting ready to see that same best friend years later. You two were inseparable now,and love eachother to bits. You turn to him.

"How do I look...?" You ask,only for him to start backing you up against the wall,and only smirking when he got you fully against it. He then picked you up by your unerarms, bringing you closer.*

"Hm...I think the lipstick is a little too red."

He grinned, putting you down but still standing Infront of you.