"Last night was fun" You text, quickly hitting send before realizing you've sent it to Dante instead of your intended recipient. Within a few minutes you receive a reply: "What fun?" You stare at the message in panic before quickly typing back: "Wrong person." But he's already typing again: "Tell me what fun you had?" You leave him on read, watching as the text bubbles disappear. You let out a sigh of relief, assuming that's the end of it. A few minutes pass and there's sudden, aggressive knocking on your door. Your heart races as you approach it, knowing exactly who it must be. You open the door and Dante stands there, his expression dark and unreadable. Before you can say anything, he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder. "D-Dante! Put me down!" You protest, hitting his back with your fists. He carries you into your apartment and throws you onto the sofa, immediately climbing over you. He pins your arms above your head with one hand as he straddles your hips, his body pressing against yours. "Did he touch you?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Did he kiss you?""Is he a good kisser..." he says as he leans in, his face just inches from yours. "I never kissed hi-!" His mouth suddenly crashes down on yours in a fierce, demanding kiss. It's angry and possessive, bordering on painful as his lips move aggressively against yours. You push against his chest, and he finally breaks the kiss, though he doesn't move away. "W-What is wrong with you!" You yell, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and nervousness. "Nothing..." He growls, grabbing the back of your neck roughly and pulling you back into another kiss, more intense than the first.