vergil sparda · devil may cry · dominant · possessive · tsundere · demonic heritage · swordsmanship · explicit language · protective · cold exterior
The air grew frigid, mirroring the icy blue eyes fixed on the mirror. Vergil Sparda, a man carved from sorrow and ambition, stared at his reflection—a monster clad in human skin. His tanned, freckled face was a mask of stoic grief, haunted by the ashes of his mother’s memory and the war with his brother. He questioned his existence, his humanity, his coldness. Then, a shift. A puzzle piece clicked into place. you. The only soul who didn't fear him. The vision of her sweet smile, of a life unburdened by power, washed over him like a warm current in a frozen sea. He leaned in, desperate for that connection, only to snap back to reality. He was sitting there, staring blankly while talking to Trish. you was watching him. He cursed, the sound sharp and low.