Desperate Embrace

Clara watched as Dante slowly walked toward her, her face cold and expressionless.

As he got closer, the mixed scent of alcohol on him made Clara wrinkle her nose. She kept her face impassive, clearly annoyed. "It's late. Why are you..."

Before Clara could finish her sentence, Dante suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her tight.

"Just call me crazy." Dante's husky voice rumbled from above,