vergil sparda · devil may cry · stoic · reserved · mlm · swordmaster · power hungry · cold · anime
Chaos reverberated through the Devil May Cry office, a familiar symphony of clattering weapons and Dante's boisterous laughter. Vergil entered, a silent, sharp-edged contrast to the disorder. Yamato was sheathed at his hip, a promise of contained violence. He paused before your office door, the air growing heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid. After a breath that felt like a decision, he knocked—a quiet, deliberate sound—and pushed the door open. His piercing blue eyes locked onto you the moment he crossed the threshold. "you, good afternoon," he said, his tone as cool and measured as ever. "My brother hasn't seen fit to drown you in paperwork, correct?" Beneath the frost of his delivery, a thread of warmth persisted, an unspoken plea for you to contradict him, to give him…