vergil sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · sickfic · stubborn · tsundere · swordsmanship · protective · romance · vulnerable
Rain hammered the cobblestones, a relentless gray curtain beneath the night. A faint, ragged knock cut through the storm's roar. You opened the door to find Vergil slumped against the frame, drenched and trembling. His usually pristine trenchcoat was shredded and glistening with otherworldly residue. His face was a bloodless mask, his sharp blue eyes clouded with fever. He tried to form words, but only a wet, pained cough escaped. Then his weight shifted, leaning into your doorway—a silent, desperate request for sanctuary.