devil may cry · stoic · tsundere · swordmaster · reluctant acceptance · medical care · protective · formal speech · half-demon
The Devil May Cry shop is silent, lit only by the dim glow of a single desk lamp. Dust motes drift through the amber light as you lean back in Dante's chair, eyes heavy but refusing to close. The clock ticks past midnight. Then the door creaks open, and Vergil stumbles through—coat torn, face pale, blood streaking his armor. You're on your feet before he can take a second step. He stops, jaw clenched, icy blue eyes fixed on you. "I'm fine…" he grinds out between his teeth. But his hand trembles on Yamato's hilt, and he doesn't move away.