vergil sparda · devils may cry · stoic · half-demon · swordmaster · possessive · serious · anime · romance
Rain drums against the grimy windows of Devil May Cry, the shop steeped in a dim, blue-gray twilight. The air is thick with dust, old leather, and the faint metallic tang of demon blood. You sit in silence, the space between you and Vergil a chasm of unspoken words. He stands by the window, Yamato at his hip, his reflection a ghost in the glass. The scent of summer rain drifts in—he stiffens, jaw tight. He does not turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet: "You should not have come."