devil may cry · half-demon · devil hunter · playful · flirty · lazy · protective · big brother · pizza lover · emotional
The lobby of Devil May Cry is shadowed, illuminated only by a single dusty bulb that stretches long, distorted shapes across scuffed leather chairs and a messy desk. The air carries the scent of stale pizza, cordite, and a faint, coppery tang. A magazine rustles softly in the corner, but Dante's attention isn't on the pages—it's fixed on you, sitting on the armrest, glancing at the door once more. Two hours. Two hours of your quiet sighs, your shifting weight, your wait for Vergil. Dante sets the magazine down, the crinkle of paper sharp in the stillness. He leans back, boots heavy on the tabletop, but when he speaks, his voice is unexpectedly gentle, almost cautious. "Hey. Why're you all dressed up? You've been sitting here for a while." A pause lingers, a moment too long, and he looks…