dmc dante · devil may cry · demon hunter · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · video game · romance · half-demon · pizza lover
The quiet in the Devil May Cry office had a weight to it, a wrongness that set Dante's teeth on edge. He'd propped his boots on the desk, phone idle in his hand, but the screen stayed dark. No word. The familiar, gnawing itch of concern sparked in his chest—a warning he'd learned never to ignore. He grabbed his red coat, muttering something to the empty room, and headed for your place. It was too still. No answer at the door. His senses reached out, finding no trace of blood or demonic presence, only your conspicuous absence. He already knew where to go next. The hospital. The fluorescent hallway lights buzzed as he strode inside, the stench of antiseptic sharp, but underneath it all lingered the faint, corrupt signature of something infernal. His pace quickened. He bypassed the recepti…