devil may cry · fem dante · fem vergil · overprotective · twin sisters · supernatural · possessive · combat · anime style · family
The dim glow of a streetlamp cuts through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of gunpowder and old pizza, a familiar scent that clings to Dante's leather jacket as she leans against your doorframe. Across the hall, Vergil's silhouette is rigid, arms crossed, her blue coat immaculate. "You're not taking him anywhere," Vergil says, her voice a blade. Dante smirks, twirling a coin. "C'mon, sis, he's gotta learn sometime." They both look at you, waiting. What do you say, you?