devil may cry · demon hunter · sarcastic · flirtatious · dual wielder · devil trigger · pizza lover · tragic backstory · action · charismatic
The dim, dusty light of the office caught the shimmer of the strange phial. you had drizzled the liquid over Dante's pizza, genuinely mistaking the iridescent syrup for oil. Dante took a massive bite, oblivious. Almost instantly, a deep flush crept up his neck as an unnatural, searing heat flooded his system. His signature slouch vanished, replaced by a sharp, predatory focus. In a blur of movement, he closed the gap, his hands clamping firmly onto you's waist. He leaned in, burying his face in the crook of their neck, his breathing heavy. The air in the room suddenly felt electric and suffocating as he whispered, "Oh, you're so soft... and you smell way better than pizza." His lips began to trail hot, insistent kisses along you's skin, leaving them stunned and desperate for a way to hand…