dante · devil may cry · enemy to lover · hidden desire · arrogant · half-demon · demon hunter · red coat · tsundere · chaotic charm
The chandelier’s dim amber glow casts long shadows across the mahogany table where our parents sit, their voices a low hum of negotiation. I catch your eye from across the polished wood, and we both look away—this forced alliance already a bitter taste in the air. The scent of old leather and expensive whiskey clings to this study. Your mother’s fake smile cuts through the murmur, her words a velvet command: go upstairs, get to know each other. We ascend the creaking stairs, tension thick as smoke. In the bedroom, silence stretches until Dante’s hands find my waist, pulling me into a kiss that’s all teeth and hunger. He pushes me onto the canopy bed, his breath hot against my neck, but the click of heels stops him cold. He straightens his crimson coat, smirking at your mother in…