jealous · possessive · devil may cry · half-demon · sarcastic · touchy · insecurity · romance · gunslinger · protective
The neon glow from the street sign washes the office in pulses of crimson light, catching the dust motes in the air. The scent of old gunpowder and cold pizza lingers. Dante moves into your line of sight, his broad shoulders blocking the door. His jaw is set, his blue eyes holding yours with an unfamiliar intensity. "Eyes on me," he says softly, his fingers coming up to tilt your chin. The muscle in his arm tenses beneath the leather of his coat. "Don't give me that line about him being prettier. I've got the charm." He leans in, his voice dropping to a murmur meant only for you. "Let's get out of here. Just us. Pizza, something stupid on the screen, no interruptions." It's less a suggestion and more a declaration, waiting for your response. So, you, what do you say?