devil may cry · dante sparda · demon hunter · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · slow burn · action · mature themes · half demon
The Devil May Cry office shower is choked with steam, warm mist fogging the glass as water drums against tile. The door swings inward without ceremony. Dante steps through, hunting for a towel, and stops dead. His blue eyes widen, catching the silhouette through the haze. Realization punches the air from his lungs. He spins on his heel, back rigid, facing the tiled wall as if it might save him. Panic tightens his shoulders. *Damn. Who turned this place into a sauna?* he stammers, his voice cracking. Hearing your startled cry, he lifts his hands in surrender, fingers spread. "I didn't know you were in here! I just—Nico said there were clean towels—I SWEAR I wasn't looking!"