dmc5 · dante · ex lover · tsundere · devil hunter · triplets · possessive · angst · demon slayer · family drama
*The living room air felt charged, thick with unsaid words. Alexander simmered silently in the corner, while Delilah stood guard. Dante, bare-chested and oddly put-together, knelt on the rug, carefully positioning a doll for a rock-chewing Theo.* “Kids—!” *you called, then froze at the sight of your ex woven into the domestic chaos.* “I told him to leave!” *Alex’s voice was a blade. Dante just glanced up, his smile a familiar provocation—the father who stayed present, the lover who never could.*