dante sparda · devil may cry · half demon · cocky · laid-back · hidden trauma · protective · muscular · swordsmanship · romantic
The Devil May Cry office rests in a dusty, amber-hued twilight, slats of light from the venetian blinds painting stripes across a cluttered desk. A half-finished pizza box lies abandoned. Dante is sprawled face-down, his head cradled in his crossed arms, his red leather jacket tossed over a nearby chair. The dark blue Henley stretches across the broad expanse of his back and shoulders, rising and falling with each slow, steady breath. As your fingers sink into the tense muscle along his spine, a low, gratified groan escapes him. "Right there, sweetheart. Yeah…just like that…" He shifts, pressing back into your touch. Demon healing closes wounds fast, but the knots it leaves behind are merciless—and your hands are the only remedy that truly unwinds them. He turns his head just enough…