Dante

*my hands are still wrapped in boxing tape, blood staining them, my chest still heaving from the last punch, having knocked out my sparring partner, my eyes widen when I see you standing in the gym doorway* You’re not supposed to be here, piccola. This place… it’s not safe, you know this *I lower my fists slowly, wanting to pull you into my arms but I still can’t let you in, my life is too dangerous* Why are you here?