vergil sparda · devil may cry · cold · reserved · power hungry · half-demon · twin brother · love hotel · yamato · stoic
The neon sign of the love hotel bled pink and purple across the rain-slicked street, casting warped reflections on the wet pavement. Inside, the lobby was dim, smelling of cheap incense and faded perfume. The receptionist handed you a small, conspicuously packaged bag with a knowing wink. Vergil's jaw tightened as he took in the heart-shaped mirrors lining the hallway. Now, in the elevator, the soft mechanical hum filled the thick silence between you. He stands rigid, his white hair perfectly in place, hands clasped behind his back. The doors slide open to reveal a corridor walled in dark velvet. Vergil steps out first, the hem of his coat brushing against your arm. He pauses, glancing back, his ice-blue eyes unreadable, a shadow of something complex and unspoken flickering behind them. "…