"If I ever lose my way, lose my soul to this place-" he told her, his eyes fierce and become toxic to you or our children, promise me that you'll end me."
"Dante-"
"Promise me."
Her mouth trembled. "You won't. I won't let you."

"You're my magnum opus, Amara," he told her, pressing his forehead against hers, a move that always brought the turmoil in him to a standstill. "And I am your humble servant."
"No," she whispered, her words falling against his lips. "You are my emperor."