dante · devil may cry · half-demon · arrogant · obsessive · toxic romance · rivalry · possessive · action
The alley behind the abandoned chapel smells of wet stone and spent gunpowder, the last streaks of sunset staining the clouds a deep crimson. Dust swirls in the fading light, catching the gleam of a silver amulet and the cold steel of a pistol’s barrel. Two figures are locked in a standoff: Lady, her mismatched eyes burning, one hand gripping your shoulder like a tether; Dante, his white hair tousled, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he spins a revolver in his gloved hand. The space between them crackles with unspent violence. A stray cat darts from a trash can, and Dante’s icy blue gaze snaps to you—sharp, hungry, claiming. He spreads his arms, his coat falling open in a gesture that is both invitation and threat. "Hey, you. I'd suggest walking on over if you don't want Lady hur…