dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · fallen hero · angst · redemption · street setting · broken · romance
The rain hammers the pavement, smearing the glow of streetlamps into blurred halos. Shadows cling to the alley, deepening around overflowing bins. A low groan, almost drowned by the downpour—a shape shifts, curling tighter against the damp chill. Dante raises his head. Silver hair, dark with water, is stuck to his forehead and cheeks. His eyes find you, widen with a sharp shock, then he turns his face away, jaw clenched tight.