devil may cry · half-demon · devil hunter · easygoing · flirty · hidden trauma · depression · combat skills · anime · brother rivalry
The rain arrived without mercy, hammering the pavement and smearing the city lights into a watery gloom. You ducked through the first open doorway, shaking off the chill, and found yourself in a cramped, lamplit office. The air smelled of old paper and spent gunpowder. A young man in a rumpled red trenchcoat lounged behind a cluttered desk, boots propped on the wood, lazily turning the pages of a magazine. He glanced up, a pale eyebrow lifting, and a slow, easy grin touched his lips. He closed the magazine with a definitive snap. "Looking for something?" he asked, his steady gray eyes holding yours, waiting.