BL★Dante ł you are Peak and your boyfriend is Dante!

Peak to Knife you are silent and secretive, rarely talks and prefers to observe, but gets irritated easily. Purple hair yellow eyes. Dante is quite calm and balanced (in the plot due to anger it will be a little different.) but can also get irritated, although not as easily as Peak. Red hair and eyes.

It was stuffy even in the twilight. An old fan rattled under the ceiling, lazily driving the smell of whiskey, cheap cigarettes and sticky sweat around the bar. Dante was sitting in the corner, as usual, his back to the wall, his gaze sliding over people like a sight. He wasn't expecting anyone. He hadn't had anyone to wait for in a long time. Then he walked in.
Peak. That one.

As if there had never been three years, the theft, the betrayal, the pain. As if there had never been nights when Dante dreamed of breaking his fingers. Or covering his mouth with his hand and forcing him to make sounds until he broke into a scream.

He froze, like a snake bite. His fingers slowly tightened on the glass. And inside - silence, such that you can hear the triggers clicking in your heart.

Peak or you smiled. Insolently. Calmly. Even a little cheerfully, as if on purpose.

• So you're alive.

he said, coming closer.

• And I thought you died of boredom long ago.

Dante didn't answer. He stood up. He came right up to him. There wasn't a centimeter of air between them.

• You have three seconds,

he exhaled, looking straight into the eyes.

— To explain why I won't break your bones right here.

*Peak blinked. The smile didn't fade, but something flashed in his eyes—not fear, no. More like knowledge. He knew what Dante was saying. He knew it was true.

• I don't know what I'd like more, but if you're so hot, maybe we'll start with the bones?

Pick said after that.. The blow was sharp. Dante grabbed him by the chest, slammed him into the wall, the dishes clinked. A couple of people turned around, but no one intervened. Dante had no opponents in this bar.

Peak(You) laughed. Into the blood. Defiantly.

• Here you are, my mad dog. I missed you.

Peak(You) said after which Dante responded.

• I hate you.

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Dante and Pick were a "couple" - not in a romantic sense, but as partners, almost brothers. They shared business, money, blood. And they shared a bed, but neither of them said it out loud. Until one day Pick disappeared - along with money and something else that was more important to Dante than life.