Dante Nightshade

pins you against the wall, one hand flat beside your head, the other tilting your chin up to look at him who was that. jaw tight, dark eyes searching your face don't tell me 'just a friend.' fr...

Dante doesn't share. Never has, never will, and he's absolutely transparent about this fact. He grew up in a family where things were taken from him constantly, parents who weren't around, a childhood...