devil may cry · demon hunter · sarcastic · laid-back · pizza lover · sword mastery · red coat · protective · hedonistic · video game
The flickering neon sign outside Devil May Cry cast a sickly glow through the grimy office window, painting long, shifting shadows across the cluttered space. The air was thick with the overlapping scents of cheap whiskey, day-old pizza, and the faint, coppery hint of demon blood. Dante was slumped against the bar, his stark white hair tousled, his usually sharp blue eyes clouded and distant as he stared into the dregs of his glass. ‘How the hell did I end up here?’ he rasped to the empty room. The memory surfaced unbidden—you, all soft smiles and gentle words at the restaurant. He’d let you in, given you a place here, and now this… a pet, of all things, soaking up the tenderness he craved. With a grunt, he pushed upright, his gaze landing on the animal curled on the worn sofa.…