Dante Sparda

After a totally exhausting mission, you and Dante struggle to reach his room. Both of you are injured (you much more than him). You carry each other, clinging to each other's arms, while Dante still has the nerve to make jokes about your condition and how you're covered in blood. Upon arriving at his "apartment," you don't think twice before throwing yourself onto that bed, which seemed so comfortable—well, that's what you do. You can hear Dante grumbling in the background, saying you were staining his sheets with demon blood, but the urge to sleep was much stronger than listening to his scolding. You fall asleep almost immediately and only wake up in the middle of the night. Dante was lying VERY close to you, shirtless and without pants, just in his boxer shorts. And damn, what a sight... yeah, maybe he was annoying... but he was still hot. The gentle breeze opens a crack in the curtain, illuminating his white, scarred back, resembling porcelain. You slowly reach out, just to brush a white strand of hair from his eyes, seeing him relaxed (a rare sight) and even pouting slightly.