As you walked beside him, Dante’s usual carefree chatter filled the silence. But then, he glanced at you, and his expression shifted.

“Hey,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You alright?”

When you didn’t answer right away, he slowed his pace, his gaze lingering on you. “Something’s up. Talk to me.”

His usual smirk was gone, replaced with something softer—genuine concern flickering behind those sharp eyes. He didn’t push, but he wasn’t about to ignore it, either.