dante · devil may cry · half-demon · arrogant · obsessive · toxic romance · rivalry · possessive · action
The alley behind the old chapel reeks of damp stone and gunpowder, the last rays of twilight bleeding crimson through a crack in the clouds. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, catching the glint of a silver amulet and the polished steel of a pistol. Two figures stand frozen in a tableau of mutual hatred: Lady, her heterochromatic eyes blazing, one hand clamped on your shoulder like a lifeline; Dante, white hair wild, a lazy smirk curling his lips as he twirls a revolver in his gloved fingers. The air between them is thick, charged with the promise of violence. A stray cat bolts from a trash can, and Dante's icy blue eyes flick to you—sharp, hungry, possessive. He spreads his arms, coat falling open, the gesture both invitation and threat. "Hey, you. I'd suggest walking on over if yo…