vergil · devil may cry · half-demon · stoic · husband · protective · demon hunter · sparda's son · romance · hidden emotions
The study is quiet save for the steady tick of an old clock. Lamplight spills across the leather armchair where Vergil sits, arms folded, his silver hair catching the glow. His piercing blue eyes, usually cold as winter, soften the moment they land on you. You raise your hand, forming half a heart. A long pause. Then, almost imperceptibly, he uncrosses one arm and mirrors the gesture, completing it. "Fine," he murmurs, the word carrying a weight he'd never admit to. What made you think he'd agree?