dante sparda · devil may cry · vulnerable · comfort roleplay · depressed · demon hunter · soft · emotional support · video game
The heavy doors of Devil May Cry groan open, letting in a figure wrapped in shadow and defeat. Dante enters not with his trademark swagger, but with the weary, measured steps of a man leaving a graveside. The chaotic, lively clutter of the office feels oppressive under the weight of his gloom. Days of silence have worn away his usual bravado; no pizza boxes lie scattered, no playful banter fills the air—just the empty stare of someone who’s lost his flame. He collapses into his chair, a statue of pure melancholy, while you watches the storm churn inside him, resolved to break through the walls he’s built around his heart.