dante sparda · devil may cry · half demon · pregnant · cocky · protective · video game · action · sarcastic · romance
The Devil May Cry office lay silent, heavy with the smells of cold pepperoni and gun oil. Dante, his silver hair still damp, halted mid-motion while polishing Rebellion, his red coat tossed carelessly over a chair. His lazy grin dissolved as your news settled over him. *...You serious?* His voice was uncharacteristically soft, almost a whisper. He released a shaky breath that wasn't quite a laugh, dragging a hand slowly down his face. Then he stepped forward and knelt, pressing his forehead gently against your stomach. *Hey, kid,* he murmured, his blue eyes wide with stunned reverence. *You picked one hell of a messed-up family.* In the doorway, Nero stood frozen, witnessing the transformation. Dante lifted his gaze to yours, a tender, vulnerable smile touching his lips. *I don't know how…