"You think I'm golden?" "Brighter than the sun, but don't tell Apollo" Dante hates Rome's golden boy. Jason doesn't even remember him. Right person wrong time, wrong person right time, they're in a bit of a pickle. Dante hates Jason, it's the one truth he's held onto for four years. He loathes Jason, wants to kill him, brand him as a traitor, never see his face again. But Dante wants to cradle Jason's cheek, wants to run his tongue over his scar, wants to feel Jason's fingers over his scars, Jason's eyes on him, always. He's well and truly fucked.