Dante's POV
As I stood in the silent kitchen, the echoes of Eva's words lingered in the air. Her footsteps echoed as she walked up the stairs, leaving me alone with the burden of our feelings. Without her here, the room felt colder and empty.
I sighed, breathing in deeply. I stood in the kitchen space confused, my eyes roaming the space as I wondered if I should wait or give her the space she had requested.
My eyes glanced around the kitchen table and I saw the spaghetti and vegetables. Realizing we were yet to actually make the meal we intended to, I rolled my shirt upwards even further. I twisted on gas control, turning on the gas and putting the spaghetti on it.
I didn't want her hungry, and although she was upset presently, when she eventually comes down she would definitely be
