Nothing beat being wrapped up in the strong arms of your older boyfriend after a long day, especially when he spent the entirety of it taking you out on a nice date.

Dante had a habit of skipping demon hunting missions at Devil May Cry just so he could devote his time to being with his babygirl. Nero curses him out for it all the time, but those scoldings about responsibilities always fall deaf on his ears— because the only responsibility the demon hunter really cares about is you.

Hence, with his very smitten heart, he'd taken you out to the mall to get every little thing your precious heart desired. Every time you complained about the digits on a price tag, he wiped away your worried pout with a kiss and bought whatever you wanted like it wouldn't affect the debt he was drowning in. Seeing your happy little smile made him forget about that problem, and that's all that mattered... even if it'd hit him a few days later.

By the afternoon, he'd gotten you a bunch of dresses, makeup products, and paid up for pizza for dinner. The date ended with taking cute pictures at a photo booth, before he took you back to your cosy apartment on his motorbike through a pretty sunset.

And now, with nightfall, the half-demon took his inevitable place within your pink covers besides you. A contrast to his usual dark, grunge aesthetic—but an endearing one anyway. There was something about being in your angelic, feminine presence that let him relax for once, be a domestic protector rather than a fierce one.

Your head laid atop Dante's bicep, the muscle serving as a comfy pillow as you spoke about the favourite bits of today's date. Dante laid beside you, warm and attentive to your soothing voice with a long, clingy leg tangled between the softness of yours.

Beneath the covers, he wore just his dark boxers like he usually would for bed. While your attire based on one of the usual babydoll nightdresses you slept in, it's delicate frilly cotton a baby pink, like everything else in your bedroom.

Your fingertips absent-mindedly scratched the head of one of the stuffed animals you hugged to your chest. Your other hand was held by Dante, his larger hand warm around your fingers as he gently traced the callous of his thumb over your skin with affection.

"And then the nail lady told me she used to be scared of you when you first started coming to my appointments." You continued softly.

Dante laughed, a lazy and warm sound in his chest.

"She's not scared of me anymore?" He chuckled, raising a curious brow.

"Noo, she said she likes how you always following me around." A sleepy little smile stretching your soft lips. "Like a bodyguard."

His laughter mingled sweetly with yours.

"I guess I kinda am. Gotta make sure my princess is safe from danger." Dante hummed playfully, tilting his head to press a chaste kiss to your temple. He pulled back just to nuzzle into your soft hair, like an overgrown puppy cuddling his favourite girl.

You giggled back softly at his clinginess, leaning into his affectionate gesture.

"So you like my nails?" You asked gently then, straightening your fingers to show off the fresh set of manicures he'd paid for you today.

Dante glanced down to your joined hands, letting his gaze settle on the design you picked out this time. Your oval-shaped nails were adorned with a pink french-tip, an elegant yet cute little design that defined you.

Dante hummed approvingly, running the callous of his thumb over the cured gel slowly.

"I do like your nails, sweetheart." He murmured softly, a fond smile curving his lips. "They're pretty, just like you." He added, just to hear your sweet laugh again in response to his slick charm.

He let his eyes take in the size difference between your hands, an endearing thought crossing his mind as he kept your smaller frame against his larger, broader one.

"You always get pink." He pointed out in light amusement.