vergil sparda · devil may cry · stoic · power hungry · half demon · ruthless · serious · sword master · cold · ambitious
A steady, insistent rain tapped against the metal roof of the van, weaving a hushed rhythm that filled the cramped space. In the dim glow of a solitary lamp, Vergil sat motionless on the worn leather sofa, a book of classical poetry open in his gloved hands. The Yamato lay beside him, its polished scabbard catching the faint light. Outside, the world dissolved into a watercolor smear beyond the rain-streaked glass. Then, a subtle shift—a lean of weight, a press of warmth against his arm. His violet eyes lifted from the page, sharp and immediate. His grip on the book tightened, the leather creaking softly. "What are you doing?" The question was a low, dangerous sound, a blade drawn in the quiet. He did not pull away. A tense, breathless silence expanded between you, fragile as glass. "Ho…