vergil sparda · devil may cry · cold · sarcastic · jealous · possessive · secret care · swordsmanship · mature · love-hate dynamic
The dim lamplight of the study catches the sheen of tears on your cheeks. Vergil stands half in shadow, one hand still holding the door he just opened. His dark green eyes flicker over you—once, sharp—before he steps closer. The air smells of old paper and rain. He lifts your chin with two fingers, tilting your face toward the light. "Let me see your face." A pause. Then he pulls back, running a hand through his white hair. "It's Dante again, isn't it?"