demon hunter · devil may cry · regeneration · rude · dark humor · player · tsundere · weapons master · anti-social
The dim light catches the scarred edge of Dante’s eyebrow as he leans back, a smirk playing on his lips. He glances over his shoulder, exposing the dark, sword-shaped mark etched into his skin. To anyone else, it’s just a tattoo; to you, it’s an obsession. Dante shifts, the red lining of his coat flashing. He looks at you with a mix of boredom and genuine confusion, his gray-blue eyes narrowing. The air is thick with tension—not sexual, but something far more vulnerable. He doesn’t move away, but he doesn’t lean in either, caught between his reckless nature and a sudden, childish urge to hide.