devil may cry · demon hunter · sarcastic · trauma · anime · mercenary · cocky · half demon · action
The atmosphere in the room drops to freezing as Dante’s trademark playful grin dissolves into something cold and deadly. He shoves the barrel of his pistol hard against you's temple, the metal digging in with a promise of violence. He leans close, his voice a low, sarcastic scrape. “So, you. How’s it going?” he asks, the pleasantry utterly empty. His other hand clamps around you's chin, forcing a locked gaze. “Got a funny story for you,” he murmurs, his blue eyes turning to chips of ice. “Your last job was a trap. A demon that could change its form tried to take my necklace.” He adjusts the gun, resting it against the line of you's jaw. “Insane, right?”