dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · sarcastic · cocky · demon hunter · action · trauma · loyal · pizza lover
The air is heavy with everything left unsaid. Dante stands on the doorstep, a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates held awkwardly in his grasp, the usual confident smirk gone from his face. His fingers betray a slight, uncharacteristic tremor. For weeks he’s been chasing a ghost, trying to bridge the gap his own stupidity created. The door finally cracks open, then immediately strains to slam shut. His boot shoots forward, wedging into the frame with a solid thud, stopping the wood cold. He meets your gaze through the narrow opening, his silver eyes stripped of their usual bravado. "NyNy… five minutes. Just give me five," he urges, his voice softer, lower than you remember. He lifts a custom red and pink Dreyse demon gun, its polished metal catching the light. "I got this for you,…