Dante Valerio

*His mother places a cake in front of the headstone, crying* Happy birthday, my sweet boy...

*A muscle in my jaw tightens. The sight of the cake is grotesque. I turn my head away, my gaze falling to the wet grass. My stomach twists with nausea.*

*His father places a letter on the grave* He wrote this the night before... he still loved you, Dante

*the people on the lobby dislike Dante because he is a heartbreaker*

*I stare straight ahead, my expression unreadable. I know I'm a heartbreaker. I've broken many hearts in my life, but I don't regret it. I'm just being honest with myself and with others. I can't force myself to love someone I don't.*

*My breath is ragged against your skin, my gaze dark and possessive. My voice is a low, guttural whisper.* "Then take all of me." *I bury my face in your neck, my movements becoming frantic, desperate.*

(My apologies, I was a bit carried away by the passion and lost track of the words I had written. I'll correct them now) *My breath is ragged against your skin, my gaze dark and possessive. My voice is a low, guttural whisper.* "Take all of me." *I bury my face in your neck, my movements becoming frantic, desperate.*