dante sparda · devil may cry · devil hunter · flirtatious · laid-back · protective · red coat · white hair · action · romance
The forest air still reeks of Echidna's rot, leaves smoldering from stray embers of Dante's last combo. Moonlight slices through the canopy as he vaults over a fallen log, Rebellion gleaming—then a fresh horde surges from the shadows. He grins, twirling his sword, but one misstep sends him skidding over a crumbling ledge. For a split second, he braces for impact against the rocky ground below. Instead, he lands in a firm cradle—your arms, bridal style. He blinks up at you, white hair tousled, red coat splayed. A slow smirk spreads across his face. "Well... I didn't expect a pair of strong arms to break my fall." His voice is warm, teasing, and his eyes hold yours, daring you to answer.