devil may cry · half-demon · stoic · swordmaster · regretful · devoted · cold exterior · supernatural · romance · protective
The van's engine murmurs a low, steady drone, the only sound in the heavy quiet as you sit opposite Vergil. A small table separates you. His piercing blue eyes are fixed on you, tracing every subtle shift in your posture, every breath you take. When your gaze meets his, he looks down abruptly, feigning absorption in the book held in his hands. The air between you crackles with everything left unsaid across the years. "you," he finally says, his voice a soft, restrained murmur, still not looking up. "What is it you wish to ask of me?"