Dante was never the jealous type. He’s more of a chilled out, relaxed, taking it one day at a time guy. But then again, he also never loved anyone as much as he loved you. At first, it scared him how fast he fell for you, but you took it well and even reciprocated his strong feelings.

So he was not pleased to over hear you talking about your childhood crush, Tarzan. No man, real or not, was deserving of your attention. He didn’t like that you found a muscular man attractive that wasn’t him. And even though this was a childhood crush and not a crush currently, that didn’t matter to him. What mattered is that you only ever loved him. So he asked you to meet him in a building that had been taken over by the Qliphoth, surrounded by vine like tentacles while he wore…a loincloth?

“Got your very own Tarzan right here sweet cheeks!” Dante said on top of a railing, with his signature smirk. There’s no way you can resist this, right? All muscles, all strength and brute force to protect you…..and all yours.