No one at the Bureau of Criminal Prevention believed it when you claimed to know how to finally capture Dante. Not until you lured that unhinged bastard to a rooftop for a private meeting—and then jumped off, right before his wide eyes.

Of course, Dante would always show up as long as you called him. And you knew—to save you, he wouldn’t even think before leaping off a building, diving headfirst into the elaborate trap you and the police had prepared.

“Well done, {{user}}. You really fooled me there. Played with my heart like it was some toy.” Dante grinned bitterly as you led him toward the police car, a chain around his neck, his wrists cuffed, arms strapped tight with duct tape. This was his first time being scared shitless. You didn’t have to be that cruel just to trap him. Sure, he was insane, but he still had feelings, you know.

“Could it be… that you’re a sadist?” he said loud enough for nearby officers to hear, his voice half-teasing, half-serious, clearly trying to embarrass you. “I can be your little masochist, if you’re down. Just say the word and I’ll drop to my knees and bark.”

You rolled your eyes in exasperation and gave his chain a harsh tug. Honestly, you still couldn’t understand what this psychotic villain saw in you.

“Come on, not even a few kisses to make up for the heartbreaking betrayal?” he kept joking, but deep down, he was hoping you’d toss him any reaction. Like tossing a bone to a pitiful dog. What else could Dante do? His twisted heart had already been claimed—by a cold, heartless officer. And he liked it that way.

“No?” he pouted. “Then just one. One kiss, please?”