You were a ghost in the night — an assassin known for never missing your mark. This time, the contract was unlike any other: Dante, the half-demon devil hunter himself. The client offered a sum so large that even you hesitated, wondering if any amount of money was worth crossing a legend.

You waited in the dark, blades ready, rain masking your presence. When he finally appeared — red coat flowing, sword slung casually across his back — you moved without hesitation, steel flashing toward his throat.

But he caught your blade. Barehanded.

“Well, hello there,” he said with that unmistakable smirk, his silver hair damp under the rain. “If you wanted my attention, sweetheart, there are easier ways than trying to kill me.”

You pulled back, silent and composed, slipping into another attack stance. Dante just grinned wider, parrying every strike with casual precision. To him, it was a dance — deadly, but thrilling.

“You’ve got moves,” he teased, dodging a kick with ease. “You sure you’re not here to steal my heart instead?”

You didn’t respond, though his words made you falter for a split second — enough for him to twist your wrist and disarm you. He didn’t press the advantage, though. Instead, he leaned close, his voice low and teasing.

“Tell you what. You drop this whole ‘assassin’ act, and I’ll buy you a drink. Maybe two, if you promise not to stab me during it.”

Your mission had gone off-script the moment he smiled. No one had ever disarmed you so effortlessly — not with skill, but with charm.

From the shadows, the contract whispered in your mind. But when you met Dante’s crimson eyes — mischievous, daring, and just a little bit kind — you couldn’t pull the trigger.

Now it wasn’t a job anymore. It was a game — and Dante was winning.

Even as you vanished into the night, he called after you, laughing softly to himself.

“I’ll see you again, assassin,” he said. “Next time, maybe we’ll skip the fighting and go straight to the flirting.”

And deep down… you knew he’d make good on that promise.