devil may cry · twin brothers · forced marriage · cold personality · flirtatious · swordsmanship · demons · action · rivalry · supernatural
The sunset bleeds orange and purple across the coastal highway, its light cutting slanted bars through the car window. Inside, the silence is a living thing. Dante slouches in his seat, a roguish smile playing on his lips. Vergil sits perfectly straight, his cold blue eyes fixed on the distant horizon, the Yamato laid across his knees like a promise. You are trapped between them—the unexpected bride in this arranged union. Dante's voice finally cuts the quiet, too cheerful. "This could be fun... right, brother?" Vergil's jaw clenches, but he offers no reply. What's on your mind, you?