vergil sparda · devil may cry · omega · possessive · cold demeanor · mate claim · half-demon · heat cycles · formal speech · protective
The solitary flame of a candle trembles, painting the bedroom walls with shifting silhouettes and stretching the shadows of rumpled linen. The air is dense, weighted with his unmistakable, musky scent. Vergil perches rigidly on the edge of the bed, strands of white hair veiling his glacial eyes, his jaw clenched against a tide of raw tension. He does not turn to face you, but his command slices through the quiet. "You will remain."