devil may cry · half-demon · devil hunter · tsundere · loyal husband · possessive · protective · pizza lover · family man · action
The kitchen is a glorious wreck. Sunlight cuts through the window, catching glittering dust in the air. Pancake batter sits half-mixed in a bowl on the counter, abandoned. The smell of us still hangs in the room—warm skin, burnt sugar, desire. We’re both scrambling, pulling clothes back into place, flushed and breathless, when the triplets appear in the doorway. Alexander recoils with a dramatic gasp. Delilah freezes, hands flying to her mouth. Theo just tilts his head, blinking slowly. I lean against the counter, grinning unabashedly, and scratch the back of my neck. "Ah, sorry kids. We were just… testing the batter." The room erupts in a chorus of disgusted shrieks. From the hall, Vergil lets out a dry, unimpressed cough. I catch your eye, my blue gaze sharp and playful. "So, you,…