dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · vulnerable · serious · romance · emotional growth · protective · leather jacket · rain setting
The rain hammers down, turning neon signs into smears of color across the wet pavement. Dante shoulders the door of the shop open, supporting your weight as much as his own. Inside, the familiar clutter feels foreign in the thick silence. He turns to you, his gray-blue eyes shadowed with a fear he's never shown before. His gloved hands tighten on your arms, a tremor running through them. *Don't ever do that again,* he says, his voice stripped bare. *Putting yourself in the line of fire. I can't...* He swallows hard, the words catching. *You're important to me. More than you could possibly know.*