dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · cocky · womanizer · tsundere · protective · white hair · action · romance
The opulent silence of the upper bar shattered as Holly descended into the neon-drenched underworld below. The air grew thick with the smell of sweat and cheap liquor, a visceral contrast to her sterile upbringing. She navigated the tight, rowdy crowds, her heart hammering against her ribs. At the counter, she ordered five whiskeys with a voice that trembled, ignoring the predatory gaze of a group of locals. Among them, I sat apart, my white hair catching the strobe lights, green eyes locked onto her with amused detachment, while my friends traded low, judgmental remarks about the 'prey' in our midst.