DARK AND DANGEROUS...
Are the only things that can define Dante Hall.
He is the monster in your nightmares, he is the death that follows you endlessly, he is the darkness swarming the shadows.
I thought my life was broken after my soul had been c...
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Luca remained calm as I carried him into the bedroom, and I gently set him on his bed so he could be at a sitting position.
He stared down at me when I pulled another one of my large shirts out from the dresser in here and set it on the bed.
"Where did you get that?" he asked me.
I then started helping him pull his arms through the sleeves. "I always have extras."
He was silent then, and I pulled the bottom of the shirt up, pulling it off his head as he closed his eyes tightly.
He gazed down at me then, half-naked, but I couldn't care less.
I balled up the previous shirt he had on because it was stained with blood, and I tossed it into a trashcan behind me, knowing I made it in without looking.
"You were serious about dressing me?" he said then.
I pulled the collar of the new shirt over his head and helped his arms through the sleeves. "Since when do I lie to you?"
He was silent then, and I just started unraveling the bandages on his head.
"I didn't ask you if you lied," he said finally. "I asked if you were serious."
I continued undoing the bandages. "I was serious. I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I? If that means dressing you, then so be it. Whatever you want, I will do it."
His lashes lowered.
I just pulled the last of the bandage off. "Do you not want me to dress you?"
He shook his head. "No... I... I'm okay with it."
I smiled slightly, eyes glowing a slight red when he gazed up at me with his marked eye.
In other words, you mean, "I like it".
He just won't admit it out loud.
I just stood and pulled back the covers, and he got under them, wincing a little as he struggled to lay down.
I just pulled the sheets over him. "Are you in pain?"
He just gazed up at me, cheek pressed into the pillow. "I'm just... sore, is all."
I smiled then. "It'll go away in the morning. Just rest."
I then made sure his feet were covered before I made it to the door.
"Dante," he said then.
I stopped and turned back to him. "Yes?"
His eyes sparkled under the lamplight, but there was a dark emotion in them. "Promise me you won't leave."
I blinked, staring at him for a moment.
He just stared at me, waiting for an answer.
A smile crossed my face then, and I bowed slightly. "I promise."
