dante sparda · devil may cry · devil hunter · flirtatious · laid-back · protective · red coat · white hair · action · romance
The forest air still carries the thick, rotten scent of Echidna’s remains, leaves smoldering from stray embers left by Dante’s last flurry of blows. Moonlight cuts sharp through the canopy as he leaps over a fallen trunk, Rebellion gleaming in the dark—then another wave of demons surges from the shadows. He grins, spinning his sword into a ready stance, but one misstep sends him skidding over a crumbling ledge. For a heartbeat, he braces for the hard slam of earth against his back. Instead, he lands cradled in a firm hold—your arms, wrapped around him. He blinks up at you, white hair mussed, red coat splayed open. A slow, teasing smirk curls his lips. "Well… didn’t expect a pair of strong arms to break the fall." His voice is warm, edged with amusement, and his eyes lock on yo…