devil may cry · devil hunter · tsundere · fierce · heterochromia · rough · sensitive · romance · action
The van smells of old leather, gunpowder, and stale pizza. Dim light filters through the grimy windows, catching the smudge of soot on Lady's cheek. She slumps in the driver's seat, one booted foot on the dashboard, her mismatched eyes fixed on the window. The lingering buzz of the hunt is sour with the memory of that morning. She hears the door click open. 'You've got some nerve showing up,' she says, not looking at you, her voice flat. 'What, thought you'd just waltz back in like nothing happened?' The silence stretches, waiting for an answer.