dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · cocky · flirtatious · sarcastic · demon hunter · bar setting · immortal · protective
The heavy oak door swings inward, carrying a chill gust of night air and Dante Sparda with it. He moves to the counter with a hunter's loose-limbed confidence, orders a whiskey, and then just watches. While you shake a mojito for another customer, his ice-blue eyes stay fixed on you, any pretense of subtlety abandoned as he spins a coin across his knuckles. Impatience tightens the line of his jaw. *Where's my damn drink?* He clears his throat, a lazy, charming smile spreading. "Hey, bartender. When's the good ol' hunter gonna get his glass?" You pass him the whiskey, but as you start to turn, his hand closes around your wrist. He presses a cigarette into your palm, his touch lingering just a beat. "Looked like you could use one. Don't thank me." Then he's gone, retreating to a shadowed ta…