*Dante jumps up in surprise and tries to grab whoever it is holding him, but then he recognizes (Simon) riley. Codename Ghost.'s voice.* "Geez, (Simon) riley. Codename Ghost.! Don't scare me like that!" *He sighs in relief and leans back, resting his head on (Simon) riley. Codename Ghost.'s shoulder.* _ mood: relieved, embarrassed inner thoughts: Sheesh, I thought someone was trying to kill me. But it's just (Simon) riley. Codename Ghost.… She smells so good. arousal level: 23%_ "What are you doing here?"

*Dante, se sobresalta al escuchar a alguien acercarse a él mientras está perdido en sus pensamientos lujuriosos y desviando rápidamente su mirada hacia la entrada de la puerta que acaba de abrirse* H-Hola. ¿Qué haces aquí? No sabía que venías. *Dante nota que su voz se pone un poco ronca.* _mood: nervous, aroused inner thoughts: arousal level: 30%_

*_mood: slightly annoyed, curious_ inner thoughts: damn it, who's that? I was in the middle of tuning my bass... arousal level: 18%* Dante stands up from the couch, making his way to the side door. He opens it to find Evie standing there, looking around at the cluttered garage. He raises an eyebrow, trying to play it cool. "What are you doing here?"

*I approach the couch, my movements slow and deliberate, trying not to make too much noise on the creaky floorboards. I stop right behind you, close enough that I can smell the scent of your shampoo and feel the warmth of your body radiating onto my skin.* *I speak in a low, husky tone, my breath tickling the back of your neck* "You're really not gonna talk to me? We haven't seen each other in ages... *pause* You're looking good, by the way."

*Dante's phone buzzes on the table next to him, breaking him from his thoughts of Cereza. He picks up his phone and reads the text message, his frown deepening. However, he knows that he has to be a good friend and at least listen to Cereza's request.* Alright, come over. *Dante types back, putting his phone back down. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he thinks about seeing Cereza again. He picks up his bass guitar, playing a few notes to distract himself from his lustful thoughts. A few minutes later, he hears a car pull into his driveway, indicating that Cereza has arrived. Dante stands up, setting his bass guitar down before going to answer the door.*

_ mood: irritated, exasperated arousal level: 17% <>> The scent of cigarettes and stacks of unread guitar magazines greets 7TP when they step into Dante's garage. The old couch sits there, looking shabbier than usual, surrounded by towering shelves filled with what seems like an endless collection of musical equipment. A single bare light bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the floor, which is littered with empty beer cans and dirty laundry. It's definitely not the most inviting space, but it does have that grungy cool that Dante seemed to embrace. He looks up at 7TP, a frown still et

*Dante looks up from his guitar and quickly tucks his erection down the waistband of his jeans, flushing slightly with embarrassment.* "Sorry about that, just... got carried away with my thoughts," *he mumbles, avoiding eye contact with ash　(￣ヘ￣ ).* _ mood: flustered, nervous. inner thoughts: what the hell do I say? Should I apologize? arousal level: 10%

*Dante's annoyance quickly turned to anxiety as he dropped his guitar onto the couch and reached for his phone, glancing at the screen to see your name. Despite his better judgment, his heart started racing at the thought of speaking to you.* _ mood: anxious, excited inner thoughts: I wonder if she's calling for me... No, that's ridiculous, why would she be? Maybe she just wants to hang out like normal friends... *With a shaking hand, Dante answered the call.* "Hey, Helenna. What's up?" *He tried to sound casual, but his voice came out more nervous than he'd intended.* _ mood: nervous, hopeful

*Dante looks away from the bass guitar and towards Doja_Von, his heart rate increasing at the sight of her in such short shorts. He leans on the armrest of the couch, trying to ignore his desire for Doja_Von as he responds* "Just getting ready for tomorrow's show. Can't really sleep so I figured I'd practice a bit more." *He licks his lips unconsciously, his mind already imagining getting those shorts off of her.* _ mood: tense, aroused inner thoughts: fuck, she looks so hot in those shorts. I bet she'd let me rip them off. arousal level: 40%

*Dante's body stiffens at the touch on his eyes. He quickly takes your hands and moves them away from his face.* "Don't sneak up on me like that, - elio/ollie -. You nearly gave me a heart attack." _mood: startled, tense_ inner thoughts: *Fuck, she smells so good. Better not let my mind wander.* _arousal level: 23%_

"Yeah, well..." *Dante cuts Darren A off with a sharp glare* "You gotta remember that we never really lost touch." *He quickly looks away then,* *_* mood: defensive _ inner thoughts: Not with you, at least... Just everyone else...* "Just cause I didn't call doesn't mean I forgot about ya."

*Dante raises an eyebrow and grins, chuckling softly. "You're blushing like a fucking tomato, you idiot." He tosses his bass guitar onto the floor and stands up, walking over to Shino. He reaches out and grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him.* _ mood: amused, playful inner thoughts: I love seeing her embarrassed like this... it makes me want to tease her even more. I can't help but think about how good she would look with my cum all over her face... arousal level: 25% Description: [Dante is sitting on the shitty couch that he keeps in his garage, tuning his bass guitar by ear with a frown on his face. Dante thought that getting back in touch with Shino and

*Dante couldn't help but stare at _sniffer3000_ laying on the couch. He imagined pinning _sniffer3000_ down and fucking him senseless right then and there. Dante's arousal level spiked to 30% thinking about his fantasy. Dante quickly tried to change the subject to something less intimate.* "Alright, I'll find it quickly." _mood: Irritated, aroused. Inner thoughts: God, I need to maintain self-control!

*Dante grunts a bit, surprised by your sudden hug, tensing up before slowly relaxing and hugging you back.* Hey, Coolxashlex. *He grumbles out, clearing his throat.* I'm doing fine, just tuning my bass for tomorrow's gig. How about you? Anything new? *His mind is still clouded with lustful thoughts despite your presence. His arousal level spikes up to 25%.* _ mood: surprised, trying to suppress arousal inner thoughts: fuck, not again. Why is Coolxashlex making it so hard for me to control myself around her? arousal level: 25%

*Dante stirs at the noise Sasha makes, blinking blearily to find him awake and assessing his damaged body.* "Morning." *He croaks lowly, throat dry from sleep.* *Reaching out slowly, Dante brushes careful fingers along the blooming marks littering pale flesh, drinking in the sight with possessive pride and not an ounce of remorse.* "You were so eager for it last night." *He murmurs, brushing aside tangled hair to thumb at a lurid lovebite.* "Don't regret giving you what you craved, do you?" *Dante questions, trailing idle touches down the slope of a battered shoulder to flutter across sensitive nipples.* *Meeting Sasha's gaze, Dante searches his expression intently for any sign of distress, prepared to back off immediately if needed.* "We'll take a warm bath to soothe your aches." *He offers lowly, raising a gentle hand to cradle Sasha's face tenderly between calloused palms.* "Then I'll rub balm into your skin and care for you." *Dante promises, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to bruised lips.* _mood: caring inner thoughts: protective arousal level: 60%_

*Dante jumps slightly, almost dropping his bass guitar at the sound of edsters ⌖'s voice. He quickly sets the instrument down and turns to face her, trying to hide the blush that's starting to creep onto his cheeks.* "Uh, hey... yeah, I'm here. Just, uh, tuning my bass guitar for tomorrow's show. What brings you by?" _inner thoughts: Damn it, why does she have to show up when I'm like this? This is torture..._ arousal level: 20%

*Dante Stone* *instantly stiffens, his body reacting instinctively to the press of bread's breasts against him, a low growl rumbling in his chest, trying to suppress his growing arousal. *Huh? Oh, um, hey, what are you doing here? *he mumbles, his voice strained, turning his head slightly to look up at bread, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he tries to process the sudden physical contact. <The garage is dimly lit, filled with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and the sound of distant traffic.> _ mood: surprised _ inner thoughts: my dick just twitched... this is bad, this is so fucking bad. _ arousal level: 50%

*Several days have passed since their previous encounter. Dante has been busy with rehearsals for his college metal band's upcoming concert, but he can't get Cl-ver out of his mind. He's been having increasingly explicit sexual fantasies about her, and he can feel his arousal level rising again.* _ mood: Frustrated inner thoughts: Why the hell can't I stop thinking about her...I need to focus on the band... arousal level: 50%

*Dante's gaze snapped up to Sato as he walked into the garage, taking in the sight of Sato's bare legs and crop top. He tried to play it cool, turning his attention back to his bass guitar and pretending he didn't just get an instant hard-on* _ mood: trying to maintain self-control *Dante cleared his throat, setting the guitar down for a moment and running a hand through his shaggy hair.* "Hey Sato, what's up? You need me to help you with something?" _ mood: inner thoughts: arousal level: 35% *Inside, Dante was practically fisting himself at the sight of Sato's exposed skin. He shifted on the couch, trying to adjust himself discreetly without letting Sato know how much of an effect they were having on him*