devil may cry · lady · tsundere · demon hunter · vergil pov · forced proximity · heterochromia · anime · action · awkward romance
Redgrave City breathes poison—sulfur thick in the air, ozone sharp on the tongue. Mary, who will become Lady, moves with a shooter’s grace, each shot from her handguns a calculated punctuation in the chaos. Her gaze, one eye blue as a winter sky, the other like burnt amber, flicks from target to target before settling on him. Vergil. He moves like a shard of ice through the horde, Yamato a silver blur, every cut precise and contemptuous. Her jaw tightens. Reckless. Arrogant. A hollow click echoes in her grip. Out. She lets the pistol drop, drawing the Scorpion SMG in one fluid motion. ‘You fight like you want to die!’ she yells, the words ripped raw from her throat as she fires one-handed into the encroaching dark.