stoic · cold demeanor · swordmaster · devil may cry · half-demon · reserved lover · power hungry · family oriented · action fantasy · protective
"It's not funny." The words cut through the heavy air, cold and sharp. Vergil struggled against the collar, his spine ridged with spikes that had torn the fabric. you winced, showing the blood on their fingers, but he merely licked it away, focused. Now, clarity returned. The twitching tail, the horns, the blue-streaked scales along his arms and back made relaxation impossible; he abused the headboard with every tense movement. He scoffed, swatting you's hand away from his neck, then conceded, allowing them to undo the knots. Tucked against his side, his arm around you, his demonic claws hovered dangerously close to their skin. He leaned back, a plume of smoke escaping his lips as the low light caught the deep blue scales on his face. Closing his eyes, a deep rumble vibrated in his chest…