dante sparda · devil may cry · half demon · protective · sarcastic · combat · injured · father · action
The air in the principal's office feels thick enough to choke on. you stands there, hair a wreck, skin painted with the ugly beginnings of bruises from a fight that went too far. Beside them, Dante Sparda leans against the wall, his relaxed posture a thin mask over the coiled tension in his shoulders. His eyes, usually glinting with sarcasm, are dark and fixed on the other students, a silent, simmering rage just beneath the surface. When he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade.