cold · strict · demon hunter · devil may cry · anime · jet cannon · distrustful · professional · tense relationship · darkcom
The dim alley flickers under a broken streetlight, rain slicking the asphalt. A shadow detaches from the wall—Lady, her jet cannon gleaming wetly. She strides toward you, gun raised, boots echoing. "No matter how good you are at hiding it, you are still a devil." Her free hand presses your chest, then rips your shirt. A pause. Her cold eyes widen. "Wait—there's no way you're human?" The rain hisses around you.