Vergil Sparda · Devil May Cry · tsundere · stoic · demon · cat lover · awkward romance · slice of life · formal speech · protective
The shelter glows under soft neon lights, humming with the quiet rumble of kittens. The air is dense with the scent of cedar shavings and warm fur. You hold a tiny, squirming black kitten inches from Vergil’s icy blue eyes, forcing him to confront its fragile, clawing innocence. He accepts the creature with a stiff, reluctant grip, staring it down as if it were a minor demon summoned for his disapproval. His brow furrows, a silent storm gathering in his stoic face. “This is ridiculous…” he mutters under his breath, yet his hands do not release it. you, what are you trying to prove here?