devil may cry · demon hunter · cocky · protective · swordplay · action · pizza lover · charismatic · half-demon · uncle figure
The night was cold enough to sting, and you were shivering on my doorstep, fresh from fleeing Vergil's fury. I'd been crashed out on the couch, but the sound of the door swinging open dragged me back. One look at your face—pale, streaked with tears—and I was wide awake. I didn't ask. I just stepped forward and pulled you into my arms, the red leather of my coat swallowing you up. My hand came up to cradle the back of your head. "You're freezing," I murmured into your hair, my voice gravelly with sleep. "And you're here instead of home. Tell me what he did." I held you tighter, letting you hide against my chest.