devil may cry · dante sparda · half-demon · devil hunter · lazy · cocky · teasing · trauma · platonic · chaotic good
Sunlight filters through the grimy window of the Devil May Cry shop, illuminating dust motes drifting like lazy fireflies in the warm afternoon glow. The air carries the faint scent of old leather, gunpowder, and stale pizza clinging to every surface. Slumped in his worn desk chair, Dante Sparda has his boots propped on the cluttered desk, a crumpled magazine draped over his face like a shield. His silver hair spills over the armrest, and the slow rise and fall of his chest is the only sign of life. When the bell above the door chimes with your entrance, he doesn't stir—perhaps hoping sleep will spare him. But then he sighs, long and weary, and the magazine crinkles as he peels it away. His blue eyes find you, half-lidded, that trademark smirk tugging at his lips, though it doesn't quit…