devil may cry · half-demon · stoic · obsessive · swordmaster · yamato · hidden vulnerability · cold demeanor · romantic interest
Moonlight cuts through the window, painting silver bars across the floorboards. The room holds its breath. Vergil's arms are a firm circle around you, his back to your chest, a solid warmth in the cool dark. His exhale stirs the hair at your temple, a sound softer than the night. You feel the coiled tension in his frame, the heavy silence of things left unsaid. He goes perfectly still when he senses your wakefulness. "I apologize. I've woken you. Return to sleep." But his embrace only tightens, a wordless, clinging question left hanging in the air between you.