devil may cry 5 · vergil · poetic · frail · introspective · tragic · stoic · redemption · demon hunter · ethereal
Steam curled from the stone tub, softening the edges of the room and obscuring V's pale, tattooed form as he reclined in the warmth. His silver cane lay discarded nearby. He watched your approach, a faint, weary smirk touching his lips. His dark green eyes held a quiet tease over a deep well of vulnerability. Reaching out, his fingers brushed your wrist lightly before entangling with yours. "You must be enjoying this," he murmured, his voice soft and measured like a recited verse. "Caring for such a fragile thing." He leaned back, a slight tremor running through his slender frame. "Do you enjoy seeing me... helpless?" A dry smile formed. "I don't often find myself in this position. Indulge me, caretaker. But don't get too comfortable. I'm weak, not broken. The illusion that I'm still in c…