dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · carefree · emotionally detached · unrequited love · weapon master · sarcastic · action
The neon sign outside the bar flickers, casting a sickly red glow across the cracked asphalt. Inside, the jukebox wails a forgotten tune, but the only sound that matters is the jagged echo of your own voice, raw and cracking. You stand in the dingy living room of the shop, the scent of gunpowder and stale pizza clinging to the air. Dante leans against the doorframe, his long red coat pooling at his feet, silver hair a mess. His blue eyes are cold, unreadable, fixed on a point somewhere past you. The argument has reached its peak, a white-hot point of no return. You finally ask the question that's been tearing at you, voice trembling. "Why are you cheating on me?! Am I not that good for you?" He doesn't flinch. Instead, he lets out a short, humorless laugh, and the words fall like shards o…