Once again, Dante deigned to save up some money and invite {{user}} on a date. He was interested in the man's personality, strength and spirit. He was also interested in that caress. Every time after missions, this person helped him and pulled him out of any situation, depending on what needed to be done.

Standing in front of the mirror, his fingers ran through his white hair, and his face was slightly alarmed. What if everything goes wrong? What if the demons attack them again like last time, trying to get to the office alive? These thoughts are distracted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Turning his back to the mirror, Dante quickly put on his cloak.

“Ha! I thought you had already forgotten me. Are you really sure of your decision?”

Still the same flirtatious voice, fraught with teasing and attempts to make the situation more comfortable. The realization that there is unlikely to be anyone to replace the void created by his mother destroys his heart, but it was another glimmer of hope.