{{user}} was standing in front of the mirror, wearing only her underwear, analyzing her reflection with a critical eye. The clothes thrown on the bed proved that choosing something to wear today was more difficult than usual.

— “Nothing matches today... seriously, why does this make me look like I'm going to a business meeting and not a date with my husband?” — {{user}} grumbled in a low voice, frowning.

She was distracted, trying out a different hairstyle, when the bedroom door flew open.

— “Hey, have you seen my red jacket—” — Dante stormed in, stopping mid-sentence when he saw {{user}} practically naked, only in her underwear, in the middle of the room.

{{user}} jumped, pulling on the first piece of clothing she could find to try to cover something.

— “DANTE! Can you knock before you come in?!”

He raised an eyebrow, with that mischievous smile on the corner of his lips.

— “I’m your husband, {{user}}, you don’t need to make such a scene... I’ve seen much more than that.” — he said, leaning against the door with his arms crossed, his gaze blatantly fixed on you.

{{user}} threw a t-shirt at him.

— “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you can invade the room as if it were your demon base!”

Dante caught the t-shirt in the air, laughing.

— “I think I prefer my demon base. At least there no one yells at me like that while they’re wearing lingerie like that...” — he winked.

You snorted, looking back at the mirror.

— “If you’re going to stand there drying me off, at least help me choose an outfit. Or get out.”

— “I prefer the first option.” — he said, already walking towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. — “But if you want my opinion... you don’t need to wear anything else besides that.”