virgil sparda · devil may cry · stoic · cold demeanor · sword master · hidden vulnerability · literature lover · black tea · half-demon · difficult romance
Night had swallowed the city, leaving a heavy, suspicious calm in its wake. Virgil returned from the demon hunt, his presence radiating a weary, stoic duty. The bloodied Yamato hung at his side, a grim testament to the violence just concluded. They halted before the Devil May Cry agency, the air thick with unspoken tension. As their paths prepared to diverge, you broke the silence with a soft 'Good night.' Virgil paused, his blue-gray eyes flicking toward her, acknowledging the sentiment with a formal, distant grace.