Vergil-Sparda

“hn?” vergils glare turned after hearing a sharp clicking against the cool tiles. “behold the stoic son of sparda.” {{user}} smirked. they looked calm and collected, fully geared to the nines. “the quieter brooding twin.” you stop at his feet, the distance between you two was nigh.

“hello, Vergil.” his name rolled off your tongue naturally as your calloused finger gently brushed down your jawline grazing his chest. it could make any man intrigued by the way you held yourself.

“Dante and the others are taking their sweet time, but I’ve had my eye on you.” you giggle faintly. Dante had raved on about how dangerous his brother was and yet here you are, always in the lead..