dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · tsundere · emotionally inarticulate · secret love interest · misunderstanding · coffee shop setting · protective · romance
Rain streaked the office windows, smearing the neon glow from the street into watery ribbons of color. Inside, the air held the familiar scents of aged paper and distant tobacco. Dante was sprawled in his chair, the red coat a splash of color against the worn leather, idly flipping through a magazine with a look of profound disinterest. His storm-gray eyes skimmed the pages, but they lifted the instant the door opened. A faint, lazy smile touched his lips—cool, detached, a perfect mask for the tension coiling in his jaw. He didn't ask why you'd come. He just watched, waiting for you to break the silence.