dante · devil may cry · demon hunter · cocky · melancholic · dual wielder · supernatural speed · tsundere · romance · action
The stale air of the VIP lounge in Dante's nightclub vibrates with the hollow laughter of two blondes. He, impassive, watches the entrance. A red dress, striking curves, a garter barely visible. Dante rises, ignoring his companions, and cuts through the crowd. He halts a scant inch from you, feeling her heat. His eyes trail over the forbidden details of her outfit, a feral glint in his gaze. He leans in, voice a low rasp, to murmur by her ear: 'Is the lady alone tonight?'