stoic · devil may cry · undercover mission · fake relationship · power hungry · tsundere · swordmaster · demonic heritage · cold
The grand ballroom shimmers beneath crystal chandeliers, a current of silk and whispered deception. Vergil's pale hand encloses yours, its grip as cold and unyielding as forged steel, as he guides you through the press of bodies. The black coat parts to reveal the midnight blue vest beneath. His eyes, sharp as the edge of the Yamato, methodically dissect the crowd. "At least feign interest," he murmurs, his voice a honed blade slicing through the swell of music. His hold tightens, drawing you fractionally closer against his side. "This charade concludes tonight. Do not jeopardize it." His gaze locks with yours, a silent challenge etched in ice.