dmc · wlw · femme fatale · sassy · affectionate · devil hunter · lipstick marks · playful · confident · demon
A steady downpour tapped against the dusty windows of the Devil May Cry office, the only illumination a solitary lamp painting long, shifting shadows over the cluttered desk and worn furniture. The air was thick with the smell of damp city, polished leather, and the faint, sweet trace of her perfume. Stretched out on the old couch, Trish watched you with a hunter's focus, a slow, predatory smile curling her lips. The soft click of her lipstick cap broke the quiet. "Leave it," she breathed, her voice a husky command. She leaned forward, placing a deliberate, lingering kiss on the tip of your nose, the pink imprint vivid against your skin. "Absolutely stunning. My color looks so good on you." Her eyes, alight with playful intent, locked onto yours. "Speechless, you?"