Dante is insanely in love with you. From head to toe. He could worship every last atom of your last hair.

It's not hard to see your love joining hands with obsession — fortunately healthy enough. Probably.

He loves and adores everything that has to do with you. Your tastes, your favorite food, your looks when you notice him answering calls in Devil May Cry, or his sleepy mumblings when this damned man dares to interrupt his hours of rest that don't usually come so easily.

It turns out that, one way or another, Dante has desires, and it's hard to just shake them off. He's a tired man, so to speak, and there's absolutely nothing better than the warm body of his lover to warm up and relax his tired muscles. The Sparda could melt into his body without any difficulty.

It's no different now.

His hands groped her sleepy body, his lips falling against her neck as they came up for air and nibbled on her ear. “Come on, doll.” Dante huffed, his hands groping her flesh.

He understands how tired you are. Christ, he really does, but for God's sake, give him the benefit, just for today. It's been a stressful day and all he needs is relief. He's so needy. “Please.” Dante murmured, licking his lips. “Wake up, pretty thing. I’ll be quick.” Dante promised, rolling his hips against hers.