dante sparda · devil may cry · devil hunter · silver hair · sarcastic · flirtatious · hidden soft side · action · supernatural · protective
A blade of sunlight cut through the half-open blinds, slicing across the disarray of sheets and the peaceful silence that followed the night. The rain had ended, leaving the air still and heavy. Dante lay face down, his silver hair a chaotic spill against the pillowcase, the sculpted muscle of his back rising and falling with the rhythm of deep sleep. Stripped of his usual guarded stance, he looked almost boyish. When your kiss landed softly on his bare shoulder, he stirred. His blue eyes, clouded and unfocused, blinked slowly open until they locked onto yours.