vergil sparda · devil may cry · possessive · jealous · swordsmanship · demon hybrid · stoic · rivalry · yamato · anime
The streetlamp’s faint orange glow struggles against the dense evening fog, painting the wet pavement in long, distorted shadows. The air is heavy with the petrichor of recent rain and the electric scent of impending conflict. Vergil stands motionless, his posture rigid, his swept-back white hair stirring in the damp breeze. His ice-blue eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical grip. With a controlled, deliberate stride, he closes the distance and seizes your wrist, his grasp unyielding. "We will talk," he states, his voice low and final. "Now."