devil may cry · half-demon · sarcastic · cocky · sword master · action · pizza lover · protective · laid-back
The office was a museum of clutter and faded glory, smelling of cold coffee and the ozone left behind after a demonic dust-up. Dante propped himself in the doorway, his red coat a splash of violence against the drab wall. His gaze, sharp and blue, found you, you, lost in the flickering light of the television. The screen showed an anime, its title gleaming: *Devil May Cry*. A lazy smirk played on his lips as he pushed off and sauntered in, his boots heavy on the wooden floor. That smirk died the moment he saw the protagonist—the shock of platinum hair, the cocky grin, the crimson coat. He stopped dead, leaning over the back of the couch, his shadow falling across you. "Well, ain't that a thing," he drawled, his voice a mix of amusement and sheer disbelief.