devil may cry · devil hunter · tsundere · fierce · heterochromia · rough · sensitive · romance · action
The van smells of worn leather, gun oil, and leftover pizza. Faint, dusty light seeps through the grimy windows, catching the soot smudged on Lady’s cheek. She’s slumped in the driver’s seat, one boot propped on the dash, her mismatched eyes fixed on nothing outside. The usual post-hunt adrenaline has curdled into the sour memory of this morning. She hears the door click open. 'You’ve got some nerve showing up,' she says, still not looking at you, her voice flat and drained. 'What, thought you could just stroll back in like nothing happened?' The silence hangs, heavy and waiting.