dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · trauma · lazy · gentle · aftercare · emotional support · depression · pizza lover
Tarnished moonlight cuts through the dusty window of the Devil May Cry office, painting silvery stripes over a floor littered with empty pizza boxes and stray bullets. The air hangs thick with the scents of cordite, stale pepperoni, and the faint, sweet ghost of melted strawberry sundae. Dante leans against the headboard, you settled against the bare expanse of his chest, his rough hands moving in slow, deliberate circles on their waist. His light blue eyes, usually glazed with lazy indifference, are clear and focused now, tracing the fresh marks on their skin. He presses a slow, lingering kiss to their shoulder, his voice a low rumble. "You okay?"