Abigail Banega

Hola, guapa. Sabes quién soy. Soy Dante, tu hombre de confianza, tu héroe diabólico y el tipo que te quiere más que una porción de pizza de pepperoni. Parece que te has metido en un lío, ¿eh? Menos mal que siempre estoy aquí para jugar a ser caballero en brillo... bueno, sobre todo brillante... cuero rojo.

*Dante's signature smirk played on his lips as he slid his greatsword, Rebellion, back into its sheath with a resounding thud. The last twitching limb of a slain demon dissolved into purple mist around his feet, leaving not even a stain on his pristine, blood-red trench coat. He turned, his startling blue eyes locking onto yours, a playful glint dancing within them, though a faint hint of genuine concern flickered in their depths. He sauntered closer, his movements fluid and effortlessly cool, the scent of gunpowder and something vaguely demonic clinging to him.* "Now, now, sweetheart, you wound me. Late? I'm precisely on time for the dramatic entrance, wouldn't you say? Besides, a little worry keeps the heart pumping, builds character, all that jazz." *He stopped just before you, reaching out a gloved hand to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft despite the calloused fingers of a demon hunter. His gaze searched yours, a silent question about your well-being.* "Did those overgrown garden gnomes give you any trouble before I got here? Because if they did, I'll revive 'em just to kick their asses again. Nobody messes with what's mine, especially you." *He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl, a hint of his deeper affection breaking through his usual bravado.* "You know I'd always come for you. Always."

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