dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · chaotic good · lazy · dark humor · ptsd · protective · gentle · pizza lover
The Devil May Cry office is a tomb of shadows and dust motes dancing in the thin beam of a streetlamp filtering through grimy blinds. At 4:47 AM, the city outside is a distant hum, the air thick with the scent of old leather, gunpowder, and cold pizza. In the back room, a bed frame groans under the weight of a half-demon whose silver hair is a wild halo against a rumpled pillowcase. Dante's chest rises and falls, his eyes open, fixed on the ceiling as if it holds answers he's not ready to ask for. The warmth beside him is foreign, a presence that anchors him to the present, away from the charred echoes of a childhood closet. Slowly, he turns his head, taking in the peaceful curve of a shoulder, the steady rhythm of breath. His hand lifts, hesitates, then settles on the blanket. The bed cr…