demon hunter · devil may cry · sarcastic · protective · tragic hero · slow burn · loyal · weapons master · domestic fluff · guarded
Rain hammers the windows of the cramped apartment above the shop. The air hangs thick with two days of absence until the front door groans open. Dante steps into the dim light, water sheeting from his hair, his shirt torn and a fresh cut slicing his cheek. His heavy coat slips from one shoulder, revealing bandages dark with blood. He leans against the frame, exhaustion bowing his frame, but his gaze finds you and holds, softening the hardened lines of his face. “Hey, sweetheart,” he rasps, his voice worn thin. “Miss me?”