𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

the devil sure is sexy as hell

When I was close to half finishing my tacos vegetable mix. The devil started to lurk behind the couch placed in the lounge. I patted the seat beside me when I was done with Dante pacing beside me for the past 5 minutes. He slowed, eventually coming to a stop in my direction, cooking eyebrow in question to my humble gesture. "Why don't you take a seat Dante?", I questioned. In response he simply smirked to his name leaving my lips. The guard at the front door looked like his soul had left his body not long ago, his skin pale & his figure statue stunned. I scrunched my face in confusion which was cleared when the devil informed me with the words that I quote "Nobody else but only you. You mia cara can dare to call me by my name".

I didn't process his words considering anybody can call him by his name as long as they know it, that is. "My soldier call me capo. For everyone fears me much, they don't speak using my name. Even those close to me refer by my famiglias name. Not mine." I was not scared of him, I was before but not now. He looks acceptable at the moment. "You were here for? As in you were strolling through the same path impatiently", I inquired. "Not impatient rather furious at your little joke of a snack. If you were hungry, you could have just asked me to take you out for food or order something. Either way, come to your room when you're done eating it."

Soon I was done and so I asked one of his men to take me to Dante's office. I knocked on the door lightly as to not surprise him, though I doubt anything that I do will divert his attention towards me. A 'come in' sounded & I twisted the door knob, that sounded like a click. His masculine energy reverberated through the air and only when I thought he couldn't get any more attractive, I was proven wrong once again. He had his specs on, the left side of his face glowed under the lamp that hung from his ceiling in centre of the room. He looked way more intimidating in his office work attire. Seeing his steel strong concentration that was centered on an A3 paper at the moment, I suddenly found myself wishing it was me instead. Under his judgmental gaze lay several documents he may have been working on but since he was the one to call me. He should be looking at me & not those papers. When I weighed my thoughts under the light of conscience, I mentally slapped myself for thinking senselessly.

"You're here", he voiced and I was at the brink of asking him if I was invisible for the past 5 minutes. But I dismissed saying it out loud considering Dante lacks the level of sarcasm I possess. He wore a flawlessly ironed black vest that hugged his manly waist in a warm embrace, over that was his white collared shirt and then another midnight coat to go with it. His hands had aggressive looking veins that started shortly after his elbow going through his forearms, making a visible web through the top of his hand finally reaching to a stop after turns through his blunt fingers. When I looked up meeting his eyes, blood crept into my cheeks. I was clearly staring wide at him & the worst part is that he caught me doing that. He cocked his brow & I acted as if I was too naive to know what his motioning meant.

"I am sure you were having the time of your life Rosalia but you certainly have other things to do now", he said holding out a paper for me to take. I took that from him, holding it firmly by my side and then looked at him again. "I think you're aware that you need to read that, Rosalia", he told. To which I furiously bit my reply, "I think you're supposed to tell people exactly what you want Mr. Dante. Rather than trying to be all mysterious and look cool."

"I don't think you'll stay content if I share my wants with you but let's read what's in your hand as of now."
Embarrassment soared through me & I nearly bunched up the papers in my hand but fought against it. Replying shortly, "You're a complete mess Mr. Dante".

Oh darling he is a mess, but sometimes don't you just feel like tidying up that mess and keep him with you. He's all sin and dirt but the mess I don't want to throw away. Everyone will call me crazy if they get to know I keep this massive mess in a jeweled jar. I cherish it for he looks so broken sometimes that his persona is torn beyond repair. He looks outright insane and cold and like ashes and fire. He's the only person I know who'll manage to fit inside the word tsundere.
Even I have no clue what I'm saying. I should learn to keep my thoughts in a leash or they'll start to gather & mix it with reality. I need a good scolding for the rubbish to vanish off.
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Stomaching that I don't need to write around 1000 words everytime is hard. Anyways, did I make yall wait for long? Have a good time. I hope you're all healthy and happy as ever.