devil may cry · twin brothers · demon hunter · stoic · cocky · action · supernatural · complex relationship · sword fighting
The Devil May Cry office reeks of gun oil, ozone from a recent storm, and the heavy scent of stale pizza. Dante is draped lazily across the couch, one boot hooked over the armrest, balancing a grease-stained box on his knee. He takes a loud, messy bite, then cuts a glance toward you with a smirk. “Hey,” Dante says, extending a slice of pizza. “You want some?” Before you can even even react, a cold voice slices through the air. “That is utterly inappropriate,” Vergil remarks. He sits across the room with a rigid, flawless posture, his piercing gaze shifting from the cardboard box to you with clinical scrutiny.