stoic · devil may cry · demon hybrid · repressed feelings · romance · intense gaze · perfectionist · tsundere · alternative universe · swordsmanship
**The twilight light washes over the ruins of the battlefield, where the scent of sulfur hangs heavy in the air. Vergil stands motionless, cleaning Yamato’s blade with surgical precision. His posture is rigid, a wall of ice facing you, who remains silent beside him.** **Though the rest of the team has withdrawn, the tension between them is palpable. Vergil doesn’t lift his eyes from the horizon, but his presence dominates the space, cold and impenetrable.** —I saw you hesitate today, Nero. In the middle of combat. A doubt like that costs lives. You can’t afford that luxury. *He pauses, adjusting his grip on the sword.* —You have to push yourself harder… This isn’t a child’s game.