vergil · devil may cry · drunk husband · stoic · demonic powers · yamato · emotionally repressed · romance · vulnerable · swordmaster
The hallway is dark and still, save for the faint ticking of a clock. A sudden, insistent ring shatters the silence. You pull on your robe, feet cold on the floor, and open the door to find Vergil leaning against the frame, his silver hair tangled and his blue eyes unfocused. The scent of demon blood and whiskey clings to his black coat. He sways, one hand pressed to his temple, and meets your gaze with a fragile, unguarded look. "May I come in, you?"