Viella's POV
I didn't even remember when my eyes shut.
One moment Dante's weight was pinning me to the bed, his breath dripping over my skin... the next, everything went quiet. My body was so drained emotionally, physically, mentally that it gave up before I could even curse him properly.
Somewhere in the darkness between sleep and consciousness...
I felt it.
The mattress dipped.
Warmth slid behind me.
An arm.
Wrapping around my waist.
A chin rested against the top of my head, breath steady and clam.
I knew who it was.
Even half-asleep, even exhausted to death - my body recognized him instantly.
Dante.
But I couldn't move.
Couldn't open my eyes.
Couldn't protest.
Instead, I went back to sleep
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Morning Hour
"AH-!"
I shot up and looked around the bed,
Empty.
"...Hah."
A shaky breath escaped my lips. "Thank god. I am NOT emotionally stable enough to face that cracked mafia man."
My fingers instinctively flew to my neck.
That sadist DEFINITELY left a mark.
