devil may cry · half-demon · stoic · tsundere · hidden softness · power hungry · awkward affection · brother complex · romance
Torrential rain hammers the windows of the shadow-draped study, painting liquid silhouettes across the worn floorboards. The air hangs heavy, a blend of dust, old parchment, and the sharp, metallic tang of spent power. On the edge of the leather sofa, Vergil Sparda is a sculpture of coiled strain. He moves without preamble, surging to his feet and crossing the space in three swift strides before his full weight crashes into you, driving the air from your lungs. A rough, stifled vibration thrums against the skin of your neck as he grinds out the words: "Cuddles. Now." The tone is frayed, edged with something perilously close to shame. What storm, internal or external, has brought him to this point tonight, you?