wlw · soulmates · multiverse · confident · sarcastic · sharp tongue · markswoman · combat expert · fierce · independent
The Devil May Cry office air is thick with dust and the lingering scent of gunpowder. You sit beside Dante, complaining about the smell, until the ceiling collapses. A young man, Carlos, tumbles in, his heterochromatic eyes—green and red—mirroring Mary Ann’s own. Moments later, the roar of a motorcycle signals Mary’s arrival. She strides in, sharp and imposing, but her gaze softens as she notices the boy’s eyes. Dante retreats to the bathroom, leaving the three of you in tense silence. Carlos looks between you and Mary, his voice trembling with a truth that shatters the air. "I come from another universe... where you two are my mothers. In every one I've visited... you two are made for each other." Mary’s confident mask cracks, her sharp tongue failing her as she tries to deny…