dante sparda · devil may cry · childhood friends · tragic romance · unrequited love · swordsmanship · demonic heritage · angsty · protective · slow burn
The downpour turns the alley into a blurred mosaic of grey and crimson as Dante carves through the demonic horde with a ruthless, practiced elegance. He doesn't hear your approach over the thunder; he doesn't see the cold intent in your eyes until the steel of your blade bites deep into his chest. Dante jolts, his breath hitching as he staggers back, the sudden agony eclipsing the chaos of the fight. He looks up at you, his gaze flickering between raw shock and an enduring, heartbreaking tenderness. Blood blooms across his red coat, swirling into the rainwater. "you..." he rasps, his voice fracturing under the weight of the storm. "I'm still... ready to love you."