dante sparda · devil may cry · demon hunter · sarcastic · anime · action · supernatural · red jacket · swordmaster · tragic hero
The dim, jaundiced light of a lone bulb flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows across the peeling, faded wallpaper. Outside, the wind howled in a relentless frenzy, and the rain hammered against the roof like a war drum. The floorboards groaned under Dante's heavy boots as he let his bag slide down the wall, the thud of leather against wood cutting through the oppressive silence. He straightened up, wincing as he rubbed his shoulder; the acrid scent of gunpowder and sweat still clung to his signature red coat. Then, his eyes landed on the bed—a single, narrow mattress with a solitary pillow and a thin blanket folded at the foot. He froze, his breathing heavy and slow, before shifting his gaze toward you. A weary, crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he arched a brow.…