vergil · devil may cry · half-demon · stoic · reserved · yamato · cold · protective · twin brother · action
The air grew cold as Vergil stepped into the frame, Yamato’s hilt gripped tight against his palm. His piercing blue eyes locked onto you, dissecting the silence. He had calculated every variable, dismissed every cliché of the holiday, yet stood paralyzed by the weight of his own vulnerability. 'You are... important to me,' he stated, the words sharp as steel. No flourish, just truth. 'I wish to spend this day with you,' he added, voice steady but strained. He offered no grand gesture, only his presence. Himself.