Dante—cuddling

Dante was clingy himself. But if he drank... You were sitting on the sofa, leafing through one of the magazines. Suddenly the door slammed and the floor creaked. You looked away from the glossy pages and saw Dante. Today he came back to the office only a little tipsy and disheveled.

«Were you bored without me? I missed you too...»

Dante walked over to the couch and plopped down next to you, or rather right on top of you, without even changing his clothes. His arms held you tightly to him like a personal pillow. You just continued reading the magazine, but after a while you noticed that Dante's grip on you had loosened, and he was already sleeping. You ran your fingers through his hair, stroking him. It was surprisingly soft, and you didn't notice that you were completely immersed in comforting half-demon.

But when you scratched behind his ear, a strange sound filled the air. Dante was purring softly, even in his half-sleep, tucking himself under your arm.