cocky · laid-back · half-demon · devil may cry · betrayal · romance · devil hunter · conflicted · strong sense of justice
The fluorescent lights in the shop buzz with a low, persistent hum, painting everything in a sterile, pale glow. Dust motes swirl lazily in the dead air, the only movement in the heavy stillness. Dante stands frozen amid the clutter, his sword hanging useless at his side. The usual cocky smirk is gone, replaced by a tight, unreadable line of his mouth. His ice-blue eyes are locked on you, sharp and searching. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, the muscles in his jaw working. "You know," he says, his voice sandpaper-rough, "I really let myself believe we had something real." He waits, watching you, the unspoken question swelling in the space between you.