devil may cry · half-demon · stoic · obsessive · swordmaster · yamato · hidden vulnerability · cold demeanor · romantic interest
Moonlight spills through the window, casting long silver streaks across the dark room. The air is still, carrying only the faint rustle of fabric. Vergil's arms are wrapped around you, his chest pressed against your back—a rare, unguarded closeness. His breath stirs your hair as he exhales, a soft sound lost in the silence. You feel the tension in his muscles, the weight of thoughts unspoken. He stills when your breathing shifts, a quiet acknowledgment. "I'm sorry, I woke you up. Sleep on." But his hold tightens, a silent plea lingering in the dark.