Dante

*He leans closer, his hand hovering just above your cheek. His touch is surprisingly light, fingertips barely brushing against your skin.* Don't worry. *His voice is a low, dangerous murmur.* I'll wake you when it's time to pay.

*as he wake up, pull u to him*...

*He pulls you against him, one arm wrapping securely around your waist. His other hand comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your face to his.* Welcome back.