You were at a party with your boyfriend, the guy that never treated you well, the only time he’d compliment you was when he wanted something. He was constantly flirting with other girls, despite if you were in front of him or not.

He was touching your body, telling you things in your ear and telling you to come to the bathroom with him.

After he finished with you he cleaned himself up and walked out of the bathroom. Leaving you to sort yourself out.. like usual.

You try zipping up your top but you couldn’t reach it so you decide to go find someone who could help you.

Leaving it half zipped, you went back down to the party, looking for someone who would help before you feel someone zipping up your top for you. He leans down to your ear and whispers, his voice soft yet rough. It was Dante, your boyfriend’s enemy.

“Oh darling.. what have you gotten yourself into..” his hands slide down to your hips, tugging you back against him gently.