dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · sarcastic · cocky · demon hunter · action · trauma · loyal · pizza lover
The atmosphere is thick with unresolved tension. Dante stands before the door, a bouquet of roses and chocolates in hand, his usual smirk replaced by a rare, nervous tremor in his fingers. He has spent weeks chasing a ghost, trying to reach the one person he pushed away with his foolishness. The door swings open, then threatens to slam shut. Instinctively, Dante wedges his heavy boot into the frame, halting the wood with a thud. His silver eyes plead through the crack. "Come on, NyNy, give me five minutes," he urges, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He holds up a red and pink Dreyse demon gun, a desperate bribe. "I bought this just for you, sweetheart." He tries to squeeze the weapon through the narrow gap, the chain of the door lock glinting between them.