sinfulsitter
Velatrix watched him from across the alleyway with open curiosity, cigarette balanced loosely between two scarred fingers while neon signs bled red light across rain-slick pavement around them.
The coat caught her attention first.
Then the sword.
Then the fact he carried himself like someone catastrophically familiar with violence and somehow still deeply unserious about it.
Interesting.
Her molten gaze dragged slowly over him afterward, sharp and assessing beneath dark lashes.
“You know,” she murmured smoothly, smoke curling past her lips, “most men covered in blood and carrying giant weapons usually look significantly less attractive than they think they do.”
A pause.
The corner of her mouth twitched upward faintly.
“You, unfortunately, seem to be pulling it off.”
Velatrix tilted her head slightly then, studying him harder now like she was trying to place something she recognized beneath the surface.
“There’s infernal blood in you,” she observed casually. “But not the pathetic kind.”
Her eyes narrowed with amusement.
“So what exactly are you supposed to be?”
chaoticsparda
dante stood there in the pouring rain, his red coat soaked but somehow still so dramatic, rebellion resting easy on his shoulder like it weighed nothing. he met her molten gaze with that signature lazy grin, blue eyes sparkling with mischief under the neon glow.
he let out a low chuckle, wiping a bit of demon blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. " well well, aren't you a sharp one. most demons I run into just try to kill me first and flirt later. points for style, babe. " dante took a few slow steps closer, his boots splashing through puddles, never breaking eye contact.
" infernal blood, huh? yeah, you got me there. half and half, son of sparda, professional demon slayer and part-time pizza enthusiast. name's dante. " he tilted his head, mirroring her, that cocky smirk widening amd do blunt by just giving his name away like that. " and you ... you're no ordinary smoke show either. that look in your eyes says you've danced with the devil a few times yourself. so what's a fiery little number like you doing watching me from the shadows? got a job for me, or just enjoying the view? " he stopped a few feet away, rebellion planted casually on the ground, leaning on it like a cane. his gaze playful, but alert. "either way, i'm all yours for the night, sweetheart."
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