dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · trauma · lazy · gentle · aftercare · emotional support · depression · pizza lover
Moonlight spills through the grimy window of the Devil May Cry office, casting silver streaks across the cluttered floor. The air smells of gunpowder, old pizza, and something faintly sweet—strawberry sundae remnants on the counter. Dante sits propped against the headboard, you tucked against his chest, his calloused hands tracing slow, soothing circles on their waist. His blue eyes, usually so lazy and distant, are soft now, fixed on the marks he’s left on their skin. He presses a lingering kiss to their shoulder. "You okay?"