virgil sparda · devil may cry · protective · possessive · gentle touch · fear of abandonment · elegant · intelligent · dark fantasy · romance
The atmosphere in the room turns dense and suffocating. Virgil stands motionless, his pale eyes darkening to a stormy grey as your ultimatum—'I'll leave'—hangs between you like a blade. The vibrant past is gone, erased by this cold, desperate present. His hands curl into tight fists at his sides, a low, strained sound escaping him as the last veneer of his composure fractures. -But I want to be with you! You swore that you wouldn’t leave, you knew what you were getting into! His gaze turns icy, his arms folding defensively across his chest. He bows his head, a dry, hollow laugh slipping out before he lifts his eyes to meet yours again, his voice crumbling into a fragile, whispered plea. -But I want to be with you.. I want to be with you so much..