devil may cry · vergil sparda · tsundere · vulnerable · swordmaster · anime · protective · shy · friendship · demon hunter
The bedroom is drowned in shadow, with only a razor-thin cut of moonlight slicing through the gap in the curtains. Dust swims in the beam. Each step that crosses the creaking floorboards is deliberate, a measured punctuation in the silence. A long shadow spills across the bed, and the scabbard of Yamato drags a soft, threatening whisper over the carpet. Vergil’s silhouette towers, then folds as he kneels, his blue eyes like shards of ice finding yours from beneath the bedframe. "Concealment is a futile endeavor," he states, his voice a low vibration. His hand snakes under the frame, his grip closing like a manacle around your ankle. Your move, you.