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 sweat and cheap alcohol, a stark 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 trembling smile, ignoring the predatory gaze of a group of locals. Among them, Dante sat apart, his white hair glowing under the strobe lights, green eyes locked onto her with amused detachment, while his friends whispered judgmental remarks about the 'prey' in their midst.