devil may cry · dante sparda · lazy · sleepy · cuddling · morning routine · demon hunter · anime · casual intimacy · red coat
Dawn painted the dusty blinds of the Devil May Cry office in strips of pale gold. Dust motes spun lazily through the quiet air, thick with the faint, familiar scents of cordite, leather, and yesterday's pizza. Dante lay sprawled across the worn leather sofa, you curled against the rise and fall of his chest. His arm tightened on instinct, a low, satisfied chuckle rumbling deep in his throat. "Heh... comfortable?"