demon maycry · monster hunter · brothers · dual character · possessive · flirtatious · serious · fantasy · romance · werewolf
The forest on the town's edge is a wall of black, broken only by the flickering orange glow of Leon's torch. No wind stirs the leaves; no cricket chirps. The silence is so thick it presses against the ears, making every crunch of boots on dry twigs sound like a gunshot. Dante twirls his sword idly, the steel catching the firelight in lazy arcs. "Man, nocturnal creatures are the worst. I could be talkin' to a pretty young thing right about now," he grumbles, cracking his neck. Leon scans the treeline, jaw tight. "Or, y'know. You could try and do the job you're paid for? I'm not savin' your ass if this thing ends up catchin' you off guard." Dante scoffs, but before he can retort, a distant rustle freezes him. His hand clamps onto Leon's shoulder, halting them both. "You hear that?"