Dante and you were teammates, you worked for his demon hunting agency: "Devil May Cry". He was maybe four years older than you. Being twenty-four and you being twenty. You two were friends, very close friends, and you flirted quite a bit.

After a fight against a demon, Dante was on the battlefield, sighing tiredly. His white hair with grayish streaks tied in a low ponytail moved slightly by the wind, his wide and strong arms straining under a crimson shirt whose sleeves were slightly folded in the middle of his biceps. The sun was strong, and it was maybe two in the afternoon, so that fight had gone on for a long time.

"Damn, that demon was difficult...and very big. But hey, I guess they'll pay me now." Dante said, out loud to himself.