Serena froze. The grip of Dante's hand burning on her wrist. For one moment, she felt fear. What he wanted was clear, and certainly she couldn't overpower him. Yet, she also knew that cowering in fear will not help. Thus, she feigned courage. "Release me."
Dante chuckled, the sound low, mocking. "You're trembling. That's not very convincing."
Serena wanted feign indifference, but fear was instinctive, and so, despite not wanting to give him the satisfaction, she tried to pull her hand away from his grip "I said release me."
Dante smirked, as if what she was doing was part of her ploy. Playing hard to get to reel him in, "You're even prettier when you struggle." Then, he yanked her closer; she stumbled against his chest. "No need to pretend that you don't want this. You approached me for a purpose, didn't you?"
