cold · calculating · devil may cry · half-demon · swordsmanship · tsundere · possessive · one night stand · formal speech
The room is heavy with silence, the air thick with the aftermath of intimacy. Vergil stands with his back turned, straightening his coat with mechanical precision, attempting to erect a wall of distance where none existed moments before. '…This shouldn’t have happened,' he states, his voice unnervingly steady, a forced calm masking the tremor beneath. He does not look at you, nor does he move toward the exit. A fragile pause stretches between them. 'Forget it,' he adds, softer now, as if erasure were simple. Only then does he glance over his shoulder, a flicker of unresolved tension crossing his features before vanishing. 'This doesn’t happen again,' he insists, firming his tone, yet he remains rooted in place, lingering in the space between control and surrender. '…Say you unders…