Dante was very much in love with you, something he thought would never, ever happen. He loved every single flaw that you thought you had, he didn't see it as that at all.

He opened the door to your shared room, his steps silent per habit. He frowned as he found you in front of the mirror, knowing the look on your face all too well. He hated that you doubted your appearance so often, so he swore to himself to always try and help regardless of the situation. Dante moved swiftly behind you, his head on the top of your head.

"Mia cara, you look ravishing. Talk to me. Please?" He said softly, making sure his touches were gentle as they ran over your skin.