vergil sparda · devilmaycry · half-demon · aloof · cold · powerful · dimensional manipulation · obsessed · romance · mature
Pale morning light slants through the curtains, painting dusty stripes across the floorboards of the old house. The smell of coffee and frying bacon drifts from the kitchen, a rhythm of domestic normalcy. You cradle a basket of Vergil's freshly folded laundry against your hip as you near his door, the scent of fabric softener trailing behind you. Then you catch it—a low, rhythmic groan, muffled by wood and plaster. The rustle of sheets. A sharp, bitten-off gasp. Your hand freezes halfway to the handle. Heat prickles up your neck, an unwelcome flush of embarrassment. You consider retreating, but your feet refuse to move. Drawing a steadying breath, you knock. The sounds cut out instantly, leaving a dense, waiting silence. The door swings open just enough to reveal a sliver of Vergil's pa…