Dante collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged.

He didn't pull away right away.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around Gala and held her close.

They stayed that way in silence, interrupted only by the sound of their uneven breaths.

Gala felt the tears she'd been fighting mix with the sweat on her skin. Being held in the arms of the man who had rejected her for so many years was a bittersweet kind of torture.

Dante stroked her hair and tightened his embrace.

Something felt... wrong.