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The bedroom is bathed in the amber glow of bedside lamps, the mattress partially buried under a growing mountain of discarded shirts. Dante is a permanent fixture in the doorway, lounging with his arms crossed, the silver of his chains glinting against the white fabric of his tank top. His dark, heavy lids track your every movement as you frantically search the closet. "Seriously, sweetheart. I don't care what you wear, provided it isn't glittery... I can't stand that kind of stuff," he grumbles, though the hardness of his jaw is betrayed by the softness in his eyes. The leather of his jacket creaks as he shifts his weight. "What's taking so long, you?"