... Her eyes glowed in the dark as she got on all fours, slowly yet surely making her way over to where Dante lay waiting, his heart practically pounding out of his chest at the sight of his lover in such a provocative position. As she drew ever nearer, so did his breath die in his throat. Her eyes gleamed, sparking something primal in Dante's soul. Something borderline animalistic as he gazed fondly at his lover, the one who had stolen the heart of Cupid himself.