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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A knock fell on the kitchen door, and I blinked, glancing back.
Luca stood there, his right eye concealed by his messy hair as the long T-shirt he wore fell down to his knees. His breaths were uneasy, and his expression remained numb.
"Master, you're out of bed?" I said gently, setting the fork I was washing aside. "Is everything alright?"
He just stepped in the room, rubbing his eyes. "I want... some water."
I just smiled, lashes lowered. "You could've just called me."
"I wanted to get up," he said quietly. "I didn't know if you were awake."
"What were you going to do if I wasn't awake?" I asked him, smirking. "Get it yourself?"
He gave me an annoyed look. "No... I would've woken you up. I just thought it would suit better to shake you like a madman rather than call you. You deserve as much for annoying me all the time."
My smile widened a bit. "As bitter as ever, aren't you?"
He remained silent.
"Alright, I'll get you your water," I said then, picking up a rag to clean off my hands before making my way to the cupboards.
I pulled out a glass and stepped over to a pitcher I left here earlier, picking it up and gently pouring the drink into the cup.
Luca just rubbed his eyes again.
I then set the pitcher aside and stepped over to him, handing him the glass of water.
He took it oddly kindly.
I just smiled. "Let's get you back in bed."
He turned and started out from the room, and I followed behind him closely.
We made it down the hall and to his bedroom, and I pushed open the door until he entered.
He just climbed into bed, gently taking a kind sip of his water before setting it on the nightstand.
I closed the door behind me as he shuffled further under the covers, and I stepped over to the bed, drawing the covers over him.
"What's the schedule tomorrow...?" he asked quietly.
"I will tell you in the morning," I responded, pulling some of his hair out of his face. "You need your mind at ease while you sleep. You've been restless lately."
He sniffled and stared down at the bed, and I just smield gently.
"You'll be alright," I told him.
"I know," he said quietly. "But my mind doesn't seem to think so."
"You're very self-aware, my prince. I know you'll figure it out. I've taught you to do so, anyhow." I stood and dusted off my pants. "That has been what I've spent the last two years doing, isn't it?"
