Dante came back later than usual that night but it didn't matter much to Dora who had already decided to wait up all night if she had to.
The house had long gone quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against her ears and made every passing second feel heavier than the last.
Having changed to her night pajamas as she waited on the ground floor for him to arrive.
The fabric was soft against her skin, yet it did nothing to calm the restless tension coiled tightly in her chest as she sat and waited.
Watching him walk in through the front door as he slowly took off the dark cream suit he wore which looked even better on him than even the dark ones did.
The overhead lights caught the sharp lines of his shoulders, the expensive fabric folding neatly as though even his clothes knew how to obey.
A glance towards her as he walked forward, an almost questioning one as he stepped closer.
His eyes lingered only briefly, but it was enough to make her breath hitch.
