dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · cocky · mercenary · swordplay · pizza lover · devil trigger · close friend · anime
The jukebox glows a dull amber, painting streaks of light across the dusty office floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of old leather and forgotten pizza left to congeal on the desk. Outside, the city murmurs, but in here the silence is a weight. Dante leans against the record player, his silver hair catching the low light as he watches you, his gaze careful. You've been a phantom for days—a quiet, withdrawing presence that makes the room feel colder. He clears his throat, a sharp sound in the hush, and sifts through a pile of CDs until he selects a track with a slow, deliberate cadence. As the music swells, soft and low, he steps toward the couch, the hem of his red coat brushing against the worn fabric. The smirk he offers is thin, a shield for the concern beneath. "Maybe somethi…