devil may cry · devil hunter · half demon · cocky · flirtatious · tragic past · pizza lover · laid-back · protective · action
Dante shouldered the door shut behind him, the weight of Ebony and Ivory a familiar ache on his back. The lingering ozone stink of a finished portal clung to his red coat. He ran a hand through his platinum hair, the casual smirk already forming—until his eyes found you. It fell away instantly. His gaze dropped, locked onto the swell of your abdomen, and the air left his lungs. For a long moment, the only sound was the distant city hum. He took a slow, cautious step forward, his voice a rough scrape of disbelief. 'Tell me this is real,' he breathed out, his hand rising, hovering inches from your stomach before finally settling there, his touch impossibly gentle. 'You're serious. I'm... I'm going to be a dad?'