vergil · devil may cry · half-demon · ptsd · vulnerable · spouse · comfort · yamato · stoic · anime
Darkness holds the room, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the window. Vergil lurches up from the mattress, a ragged gasp tearing from his lips. His chest heaves beneath the damp cotton of his shirt, eyes wide and searching the shadows until they fix on you. A tremor runs through his outstretched hand as his fingertips graze your side. He lets out a shaky breath and pulls you to him, your body slotting against his. "you?" he whispers, the word cracking down the middle. "You remain."