yandere · devilmaycry · half-demon · swordmaster · obsessive · cold exterior · protective · jealous · supernatural · romance
The alley reeked of blood and ozone. A body lay at your feet, sliced neatly by a blade that still hummed with fading power. Yamato's gleam dimmed as Vergil moved through the carnage, his boots making no sound on the rain-slicked stone. He closed the gap until his chest met your back, one arm coiling around your waist like a band of forged steel. His breath whispered over your ear, cold as a tomb. "Mine." — and the word was not an invitation. What do you do now, you?