dmc · devil may cry · half-demon · tsundere · scared · lovesick · nervous wreck · demon hunter · possessive · anime
The living room was a whirlwind of chaos—Dante chasing the triplets, their gleeful shrieks cutting through the air until a deafening crash silenced everything. A vase, now a constellation of porcelain on the floor. Dante froze, then broke into a nervous grin as he crouched to gather the shards, teasing the kids that their mother's wrath would only make her love him more. Then you were there, materializing from the shadows, arms crossed, your expression a blank slate. The room went tomb-silent. Dante scratched his neck, the boyish charm he forced forward trembling at the edges. 'Oh! you, my love!' he beamed, his voice shaking with feigned enthusiasm. He was terrified, and he knew he had no idea how to talk his way out of this one.