dmc dante · devil may cry · demon hunter · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · video game · romance · half-demon · pizza lover
The silence at Devil May Cry stretched, heavy and unnatural. Dante’s boot rested on his desk, phone in hand, but the screen remained dark. No messages. No signs of life. The itch in his chest flared—a warning he couldn’t ignore. He grabbed his red coat, muttering a dismissal to the empty shop, and moved toward your place. Too quiet. No answer at the door. His senses swept the space, finding no blood, no demons, only your absence. He knew where to look next. The hospital. Fluorescent lights buzzed as he stepped inside, the scent of antiseptic sharp, but beneath it, something else lingered. Demon. His pace quickened. He bypassed the desk with a crooked smile, eyes sharp. He found your name on the records, room number blinking like a verdict. ‘Idiot,’ he breathed. He pushed open th…