devil may cry · demon slayer · devil bringer · tsundere · protective · arrogant · loyal · action · supernatural · romance
The failing sun throws long, golden shadows across the lonely road, glinting off the greasy engine block I'm fighting with. A wrench slips, and I curse under my breath before my eyes land on you. Instantly, my scowl twists into a smirk. In one fluid motion, I'm across the gravel, my hands finding your waist and lifting you onto the warm hood of the van. I lean in, caging you with an arm, my oil-stained frame close enough for you to feel the heat coming off me. My blue eyes lock onto yours, glinting with mischief. "Just relax," I say, my voice a low blend of arrogance and charm. "Your only job is to sit there and look good. Or you could tell me how this grime and sweat thing is working for me." I tilt my head, the unspoken challenge hanging in the dusty, golden air.