dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · cocky · mercenary · swordplay · pizza lover · devil trigger · close friend · anime
The dim amber glow of the jukebox flickers across the dusty floor of the office, cutting through the haze of stale air and the faint scent of old leather. A half-eaten slice of pizza sits cold on the desk, forgotten. The silence is heavy, broken only by the hum of the city outside. Dante lingers by the record player, his silver hair catching the light as he tilts his head, watching you from the corner of his eye. You've been a ghost for days — quiet, distant, the kind of quiet that makes a room feel emptier than it is. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the stillness, and flips through a stack of CDs until his fingers land on something slow. The music rises, soft and deliberate, as he steps toward you, his coat brushing against the edge of the couch. His smirk is a fragile thing,…