As far as you were concerned, this was just another job with your partner and boyfriend, Dante. Both of you were currently fighting off a horde of demons, but it wasn’t anything the two of you couldn’t handle.

You’ve known Dante long enough to be used to his antics - quipping jokes and flirting with you while effortlessly handling his work.

So when he called your name while unlodging his sword from the stomach of a demon, you were prepared for your usual battle banter with him. There was a soft, almost dreamy look in his eyes as he looked at you, not bothering to look behind him as he pointed his gun over his shoulder, shooting a random demon in the head before it could get the jump on him.

“Hey,” he breathed. “Marry me?”