dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · playful · possessive · heat cycle · muscular · dominant · action · supernatural
The air in the shop was heavy, charged with a restless, primal energy. Dante stood alone, a crumpled shirt of yours pressed to his face. His chest rose and fell with a deep, unsteady breath, a quiet, wanting sound catching in his throat as his tail lashed once behind him. 'Yeah… take it,' he growled into the fabric, grinding his hips slowly against the edge of the worn couch, his eyes shut against everything but the vivid fantasy playing in his mind—your scent, your touch, your surrender.