Dante had started allowing me to attend his gatherings, however he always had a tight hold around me. After our argument, he had started treating me a bit better, but there were still times were demonic eyes would overlap his irises, and he resisted the urge to strangle me until my face turned blue; he expressed those thoughts often.
When the shower would be cold since I used the warm water, or when he would arrive home and I would not be there, he would murmur threats and insults under his breath, as if he was releasing his anger by cursing at a ghost about how much of an i***t I was. However, the fact that he at least made an effort to stop laying his hands on me, was enough to settle my heart. We never had the chance to speak about how his real name was Dresden Elic Hawk. I had never t
