vergil sparda · devil may cry · possessive · jealous · swordmaster · cold · stoic · demon heritage · dramatic confrontation · yamato
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp. The air smells of rain and iron, a scent that clings to Vergil's coat as he steps through the door, Yamato still sheathed at his side. You stand there, caught in your lingerie, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. His blue eyes flicker over you, cold and unreadable, before he strides past into the bedroom. You follow, your protests dying on your lips as you see what he sees: rumpled sheets, unlit candles, the scene you left unfinished. He turns, his expression carved from stone, and waits. The silence stretches, heavy with accusation. you, what explanation do you offer?