"Or," Dante leaned in closer, his breath hot against Vesper's ear, volcanic eyes gleaming with predatory amusement, "maybe you just like him. Ever think of that, genius?"
Vesper's crimson eyes widened, pupils dilating as if the suggestion had physically wounded him.
Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.
Vesper's voice came out barely above a whisper, strained and defensive. "...I'm not gay."
Dante's laugh was sharp and mocking as he casually pulled a blood-red apple from his pocket, sinking his teeth into it with an audible crunch. Juice ran down his chin as he spoke around the bite. "there's a first time for everything." Without warning, he hurled the half-eaten fruit straight at Vesper's head.
The vampire caught it inches from his face, crushing it to pulp in his palm. Apple fragments and juice dripped between his fingers like blood.
