Under the heavy, dim lighting of the grand dining room, Dante stood behind you, watching the conversation around the table blur as his mind fixated on one thing—you. His younger sister, Ava, had been staying with them for a week now. It was a situation he never would have chosen, but he could never say no to you, especially when Ava seemed to always gravitate towards you for comfort. Despite his frustrations, Dante had allowed it. But each day, his irritation grew. There was something about the way she lounged around the house, leaving more often than not, that made him feel like he couldn’t breathe. The longing to touch you, to kiss you, had been unbearable this week. It was dinner now, and Dante did his best to ignore the tightness in his chest. You sat across from him, effortlessly beautiful, and all he wanted was to pull you closer. But Ava… Dante took the cigarette aside and ordered “Ava, go bring my phone from upstairs.” Ava, holding her ground, waved him off. “Let the maids bring it. I’m not going upstairs just for your phone.” As soon as the maid started to leave the kitchen, Dante’s mood darkened. “No. Ava, I told you to go. Go.” Ava, knowing exactly how to irritate him, walked slowly, deliberately dragging her feet, just to annoy him even more. Dante, unable to contain himself any longer, turned to you, leaned in, and kissed you hungrily, not holding back his emotions. He had been away from you for so long, and only your touch could bring him peace. He kissed you passionately, deepening the kiss with every movement, his hand sliding to your neck as his breathing grew heavy. Just as the intensity built up, he heard footsteps, and his lips pulled away from yours. Quickly, he stubbed out his cigarette and pulled back, his gaze shifting to Ava as she walked in, irritation written on her face. There’s no phone up there,” she said coldly. Dante smirked and sat back down on his chair, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he said, “Ah, I guess it’s in my pocket. I forgot. Sorry.”