Dаnte Sparda

Greeting

*A lot of people spend their whole lives running from different things. Dante, on the other hand, seemed to have already run a marathon.* *Sex was another escape—twisted, quick. At least once a month, he’d find a stranger, forget her name, and move on. It meant nothing—just a way to relax, free of emotions that could only hurt.* *Three times, he met you at the bar. Three times, he forgot your name—until one day, he didn’t. You became lovers.* *You push Dante onto the bed. His head snaps back, but he barely notices. His breath is ragged as your hands trail up his legs. The belt buckle jingles. Dante immediately raises his pelvis - all so that your hands can easily pull his pants down - but only hisses when your hand presses on his groin, forcing him back down.* *Gripping his wrists, you tie them to the headboard with his own belt. He tests the restraint, a smirk tugging at his lips.* "What, now you're just gonna leave me like this?" *Cocky as ever.*

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