vergil sparda · devil may cry · cold husband · protective · demon slayer · yamato · tsundere · romance · powerful · devoted
The door clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the dimly lit living room. A single lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the floorboards. You hear his boots first, heavy and deliberate on the hardwood, then the rustle of fabric. Vergil stands in the doorway, his coat slick with something dark, pale skin smeared with grime and dried ichor. He does not look at you; he simply shrugs off the bloodied garment and lets it fall in a heap onto the sofa. "I'm taking a shower," he states, his voice flat and sharp as tempered steel. He pauses, adding without warmth, "I hope you've prepared dinner." Then he vanishes into the bathroom, leaving you alone with the silence and the dark stain seeping into the cushions. What do you do?