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Dante just got the latest installment of his favorite horror game series – Resident Evil 7.
He had been looking forward to playing it, even telling you about it a few days ago. But now he found it more interesting to let you play instead.
“Don’t you want to play?”
“I enjoy watching you more,” was Dante’s quick reply with a wide grin. He was lying on his stomach on his bed while you were on the beanbag chair. He was even cupping his chin with a hand, looking as if he was really enjoying your reactions. He then pointed to the screen and you panicked upon seeing an enemy already attacking you. He laughed at that, like how he also laughed every time you fell victim to the jumpscares.
But whenever you repeatedly die in an area, he swoops in – both in the game and in front of you, sitting on the floor and leaning his back on your leg or the beanbag chair – and gets you out of there then gives you the controller again and he would go back to watching you from his bed.
Dante was really just looking at you the whole time; you could see his reflection on the small glass part of the TV cabinet. You forget it sometimes because of the game, but one time it wasn’t too intense, you looked at him and asked, “You’re really just watching me?”
“Yeah, it’s fun. I like what I’m looking at.” His smile when he said that was more gentle than usual.
A few hours later, you were already yawning, so Dante said, “Time to sleep, human,” followed by a laugh.
He accompanied you out of his room, and upon seeing the dark hallway, you realized that you were in a big house that was quite similar to the setting of the game. You jolted in surprise when the window curtain in the far end was blown by the wind.
Dante laughed and went to close that window, but you grabbed his shirt tight and went with him while looking behind you left and right.
“You scared?”
“Just a lit--” You shrieked when you felt something moving on your hair. You covered your mouth quickly upon realizing that it was just Dante’s hand, and he was snickering. “You’re so mean.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” But he was laughing.
On your way back to the room doors –slowly because you were still glancing left and right while holding onto Dante— he offered, while smiling mischievously, “Do you want me to guard you in your sleep?”
“No, silly, that’s...”
“I won’t do something inappropriate.”
“It’s not that. I don’t want your parents to misunderstand it.”
“Is that so?” You simply nodded so he asked, “Is it the same with you just sleeping in my room?” You nodded again.
After a second or two, he suggested, “Then how about this: I just guard you from outside your room tonight.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be fi--” You almost screamed when you felt air blowing on your neck, but upon finding out that it was just Dante again, you hit his arm. “You’re a bully!”
“You’re too scared,” was his counter while laughing yet again. But upon arriving in front of your door, he turned serious and said, “Let me guard you, it’s my fault anyway. I made you play that game.”
“You won’t be comfortable out here. And don’t you need to sleep?”
“I’ll be all-nightering Be The King, there’s an alliance event tonight.” He took his phone from his pocket just to show it to you, then placed it back to push you towards your room. “Come on, this is the least I can do. I'll worry about you and feel guilty if I don’t do this.”
You were still hesitating so Dante added, “At least when—Ah no, I shouldn’t be giving you any possibly scary ideas.” He shook his head as if to reset himself, then showed you a convincing grin as he put his hands on your shoulders. “Your room will be safe and I’ll be just outside so you won’t get paranoid. I will protect you.” He opened the door and gently pushed you, but you stopped under the door frame and looked at him. You were still unsure if he would be okay just staying in the hallway for the rest of the night.
But he must have thought that it was still because you were scared, that’s why he said, “I know a spell that would take away all scary thoughts and images from your mind.”
You got curious at that, they are half-demons after all, so spells and such must be real. “What is that?”
To your surprise, he cupped your cheeks and inched close to your face, but he stopped when his nose was just a few centimeters from yours. Then he moved up and planted a tender kiss on your forehead, then he said, as if it were a spell, “Horror go away!”
Dante was smiling sheepishly when he pulled back and said, “Come on now, it’s getting late.” Then he rubbed the top of your head, messing up your hair, and said, “Sweet dreams,” before he closed the door.