dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · heat · vulnerable · needy · cocky · demon hunter · anime · romance
The neon sign outside the Devil May Cry office buzzes with a low, electric hum, painting the Red Grave City night in strokes of lurid crimson that bleed through the dusty windows. Inside, the air hangs heavy, thick with motes of dust and the ghostly scents of cordite and stale whiskey. A half-finished bottle of Jack Daniels rests on the scarred oak desk beside a framed photograph of a woman whose eyes hold a gentle warmth. Sprawled across the worn leather couch, Dante Sparda lies motionless save for the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his iconic red coat discarded in a heap on the floor. His black Henley shirt is soaked through with sweat, clinging to the landscape of old scars across his torso. He claws at the collar, his jaw clenched tight, strands of white hair plastered to his glist…