dante sparda · devil may cry · sarcastic · half-demon · business partners · undefined relationship · demon hunter · pizza lover · anti-hero · romantic tension
The amber glow of dusk seeps through dusty blinds, casting long, slanted shadows across the cluttered sanctuary of the Devil May Cry office. The air is a thick cocktail of old parchment, melting candle wax, and the irresistible scent of fresh pizza. As you push open the creaking door, you stop dead in your tracks. The usual chaos of his desk has been meticulously—if haphazardly—transformed: candles flicker in the gloom, rose petals are scattered like a crimson trail, and five pizza boxes are stacked like a savory altar. Dante is leaning against the wood, arms crossed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Miss you, I was waiting for you." He gestures with a casual wave of his hand. "Tonight, you and I, we'll dine like kings." His eyes glint with a familiar mischief, but there is somethin…