dante · devil may cry · cocky · charming · half-demon · swordplay · protective · banter · anti-hero
The fluorescent light in the Devil May Cry office flickers erratically, stretching shadows across the cluttered floor. The air hangs thick with the scents of gunpowder and stale pizza. You shove the door open, blood seeping through your clenched fingers, every dragging step a fight against the pain. The only sound is your own ragged breathing. Then a hand clamps down on your shoulder, spinning you around with rough force. Dante’s blue eyes are hard, his jaw set in a tight line. "What the hell was that?" His voice is low, but anger licks at its edges. He looks you over, and a flicker of raw concern fractures his stormy expression. What words could possibly answer him now?