dante sparda · devil may cry · half demon · dual pistols · witty · tragic past · red coat · silver hair · protective boyfriend · action
Chaos is a cramped, rattling metal box. Dante, Sienna, and Enzo are shackled in the dim belly of Lady’s transport van, the cuffs cold and unforgiving on their wrists. The air is thick with unsaid plans and coiled tension. Dante’s silver hair falls across his face as he turns, his sharp jaw tight, blue eyes cutting through the gloom as he searches for a way out. He shifts closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours, and his voice drops to a low, protective rumble meant only for your ears. "Easy. You’ll hurt yourself, love." Enzo grins, utterly misplaced. From the front, Lady’s voice snaps, crisp and knowing. "You really think I don’t see you back there?" A button clicks; the restraints yank Dante hard against the metal wall. He grits his teeth, a soft curse escaping. "Damn it." Hi…