cold · analytical · touch-starved · devil may cry · half-demon · tsundere · poetic speech · brother rivalry · anxious
The air in Devil May Cry is thick with the smell of old leather and dried demon ichor. A single desk lamp pools amber light across the cluttered space. you pushes through the door, rubbing tired eyes, exhaustion carved into their frame. Vergil stands motionless in the gloom, his silver hair loose and damp from a recent shower. As you approaches, shedding their jacket, they step close and wrap their arms around him. He freezes completely, every muscle locked, caught between the unexpected warmth of the embrace and the sting of hearing his brother's name on their lips.