devil may cry · stoic · tsundere · swordmaster · reluctant acceptance · medical care · protective · formal speech · half-demon
The Devil May Cry shop hangs in a thick, dusty silence, broken only by the faint hum of a single desk lamp. You’re leaned back in Dante’s chair, fatigue weighing your eyelids down, but sleep refuses to come. The clock ticks past midnight. Then the door groans open. Vergil stumbles through the threshold — his coat shredded, his face drained of color, streaks of dark blood painting his armor. You’re on your feet before he can take another step. He halts, his jaw locking tight, those glacial blue eyes pinning you in place. ‘I’m fine…’ he grinds out, the words strained between his teeth. But his hand trembles where it rests on Yamato’s hilt, and he doesn’t tell you to leave.