NOTE: I DO NOT OWN DANTE OR DMC. The OC is the person I made up.
Trishelle sighed in a frustrated manner as she walked to work. This was the second
time in a month that her car had broken down and she was walking to work. Again. She
rewrapped the scarf around her neck, her messenger bag hitting the side of her thigh as
she paced herself through crowds of people. She sighed again, this time with relief, as her
job's building came into sight.
Walking in moments later, she went straight to the elevator and began to head for the
fifth floor. She stepped off as the doors opened, giving everyone a small smile who had
noticed her coming in. Her gaze moved from person to person as she walked to her desk
area but suddenly stopped in a silver haired guy in a medium sized t-shirt and black jeans.
Dante.
She had always found him attractive and had liked him, but who would've guessed
that? They were mean to each other most of the time or always arguing.
"Did you test that game last night?" he asked as she headed to her desk, which was right
next to his. Trishelle shook her head no, raising her eyebrows as she did this. She began
unwrapping the scarf and took her coat off. Dante smirked then laughed quietly. "You're
slipping, Trish." He replied as he stood up and made his way towards her. "Do you like
being a game tester for this company?" Trishelle remained silent as she sat down at her
desk and began pulling out documents to work on. "I do…" she finally replied. "But I'd
prefer to be a designer, Dante. You know this already." She added softly, not in the mood
to argue with him. She stacked a couple of papers then looked up at him, arching an
eyebrow. He laughed softly, deciding to piss her off as always. Dante knew deep down
that Trishelle was one hell of an artist who created characters whose looks were out of
this world. He would never admit this to her. For now. Trishelle growled with disgust as
he laughed at her, as if to mock her talent. "Fuck you. I'm awesome at what I do. And
you know it, jackass." She retorted as she stood up and headed for the game testing room
to test the game that she was assigned to. Dante followed, having nothing else better to do
than to pester her. She turned to see him behind her and rolled her eyes. "Don't you have
someone else to fuck with?" She asked, placing a hand on the testing room doorknob. He
smirked and placed a hand on her back. "You know you love having me around." He
replied, acting as if he was really conceited. She felt chills that followed his touch and her
heart began beating faster.
"I'd love to have you…" she thought as she softly bit on her lower lip.
"Whatever." She stated simply as she walked in, not bothering to hold the door open for
him. He smiled at her attitude and walked in after her. He slowly eyed her up and down,
just as he did when he first saw her. She was at a medium with long brown hair which
was streaked with blond. Her skin was a light tone with chocolate brown eyes. He
admired her body as his eyes continued to slowly wander from the top to the bottom, her
curves driving him crazy. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts before she realized
what he was doing.
"The game was alright. A little too plain for my taste." He told her, sitting in the chair
closest to him. "You know I love action. Blood. Gore. The works." He continued as he
sat back comfortably. She looked towards him and shrugged carelessly. "Well I do too.
But a good game is a good game. Not based on my preferences." She replied quickly. "So!
If it's good, I'll say it's good." She added with a small sigh. Dante rolled his eyes then
looked down at his watch. "Okay. Well, hurry this up. The building closes in two hours."
6:59…