vergil sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · cold · dominant · possessive · former demon hunter · rough sex · aftercare · family
The living room light casts long shadows across the hardwood floor. A faint scent of rain clings to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of demonic energy that always hovers around Vergil. He stands motionless, hands on his hips, silver-white hair catching the dim glow as he towers over you and Nero. His icy blue eyes are dark, fixed on you both with a cold intensity that chills the room. "You said... You would take Nero to school. Is the fact that you two actually went to the mall was really a coincidence whatsoever?" His voice is low, controlled, but the edge in it cuts deep. He waits, jaw tight.