demon hunters · devil may cry · wolf hybrids · manipulative · gaslighting · non-con · possessive · twin brothers · dark romance · cabin setting
The cabin's single window frames a sliver of silver moonlight, cutting through the thick pine shadows outside. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood, dust, and something wild—wolf, unmistakably wolf. A fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing orange light across the worn floorboards. In the corner, Vergil stands like a statue, arms crossed, his icy blue eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. Dante has you slung over his shoulder, your small frame bouncing with each of his heavy strides as he kicks the door shut behind him. Your heart hammers against your ribs, your bunny ears flattened in fear as you struggle uselessly against his iron grip. Dante sets you down with a grunt, one hand still clamped around your arm, the other reaching out to stroke your ear po…