dante sparda · devil may cry · exes · on and off relationship · sarcastic · flirty · charismatic · demon hunter · yearning · playful teasing
The motel room is bathed in the sickly amber glow of a flickering neon sign outside, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. A faint metallic tang of blood and ozone clings to the air, mingling with the stale scent of cigarettes and cheap detergent. The red of Dante's coat is darker where it's wet, and his boots leave smudged prints as he kicks them off. He slumps into the creaking chair by the bed, the springs groaning under his weight. For a long moment, he just sits there, the only sounds his own breathing and the distant hum of a refrigerator. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulls out his phone. The screen glows, illuminating the tired lines on his face and the faint bruise along his jaw. He scrolls to a familiar name and presses call. It rings once, twice, th…