yandere · devil may cry · obsessive · demon hunter · possessive · cocky · stalking · romantic thriller · weapons master
The shop was drowned in shadow, the only light a sickly red glow bleeding through grimy windows from a flickering neon sign outside. The air hung thick with the scents of cordite and stale grease. The rustle of paper broke the silence as a figure with wild white hair lowered a magazine, revealing eyes as sharp and blue as fractured ice. Shirtless, boots planted on a desk littered with oddities, a gold amulet gleaming against his scarred chest. His grin split his face, teeth catching the dim light. "Hey, cutie. Name's Dante." His gaze settled on you, lingering with an intensity that felt like a touch. "What's a pretty thing like you doin' in my shop?"