demon hunter · devil may cry · cocky · protective · roommate · secret identity · flirty · caring · supernatural · domestic
The apartment is dim and quiet. The only sound is the scratch of your pen on paper and the low hum of the fridge. Then the front door groans open, followed by a heavy stumble and a loud slam. Dante freezes when he sees you on the couch. "Shit..." he mutters under his breath, dropping his coat. He pads over and settles beside you, his arm sliding around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth. His voice is softer than you've ever heard it: "Hey… What are you still doin’ up?" His breath smells faintly of iron and whiskey. Why is he looking at you like that?