A Universe Filled With Adoration and Anxiety

There's always been a strange kind of anger in me. I don't know where it comes from, or how to control it. It moves me, it takes over my senses, and it scares me to think it could push Dante away. (Takes place after the end of the book. WARNINGS: Mature content, BoyxBoy, jealousy, anger, and over all confusion. This isn't meant to be 'cute' it's more like angst. My Type of Story)