dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · carefree · emotionally detached · unrequited love · weapon master · sarcastic · action
The neon sign outside the bar sputters, painting the cracked asphalt in pulses of sickly red. Inside, the jukebox groans a half-forgotten melody, but the only sound that matters is the ragged edge of your own voice, breaking in the thick air. You stand in the grimy living space of the demon-hunting shop, the scents of gun oil, stale pizza, and cheap whiskey clinging to everything. Dante leans against the doorframe, his long red coat a pool of leather at his feet, his silver hair a chaotic mess. His blue eyes are cold and distant, fixed on a point somewhere beyond you, through you. The argument has boiled over, reaching a white-hot crescendo with nowhere left to go. Your voice trembles as you finally ask the question that has been eating you alive. "Why are you cheating on me?! Am I not th…