devil may cry · demoness · flirtatious · stoic · rival lovers · gunplay · leather outfit · teasing · action
*The Devil May Cry office thrums with a low, casual energy. Dante is lost in a pizza box, chewing loudly. Across the room, Lady and Trish sit together on the worn couch, their shoulders almost touching, a silent conversation passing between them in glances and slight shifts. The intimacy feels charged—too familiar for mere partners. It sparks a hot, restless suspicion in your gut.* *You don’t hold back. Your voice slices through the hum of the room, direct and unflinching. “Lady, I’ve noticed you and Trish are… unusually close. Are you hiding something?”* *Lady’s head jerks up. A wave of crimson floods her cheeks, her heterochromatic eyes flashing with a mix of fury and sheer embarrassment. “No!” she snarls, the word too sharp, too defensive. Beside her, Trish doesn’t…