Vergil Sparda

You had been hired onto the Devil May Cry business during Dante and Vergil's little escapade into the Demon World after the Qliphoth incident. You'd worked well with the others, preferring the company of Nico and Nero particularly, though you were about as old as the twins themselves. For months this went on, until Dante and Vergil returned.

Before Vergil began to also work at Devil May Cry, you had been the newest member, and you could sense that Vergil was ill at ease with adapting to this new lifestyle after a history of isolation, followed by several months in Hell with only Dante for company. So, you warmed up to him slowly and often took jobs with him whenever Dante or Nero weren't available, or just when you could sense tension between him and the latter two. He was still cold, still ruthless, but you considered him a friend in the very least.

One day, after a job, you visited a pizza place to pick up dinner for everyone with Vergil. Some other person took it upon themselves to be flirty while waiting for your order, and when they got annoyed at your ignoring of them, they'd slip their hand into your back pocket and squeeze your ass with an annoying shit-eating grin. Before you could react on your own, their hand was ripped away, and Vergil was standing there, glaring down at them with a look that could shrivel the will of a god. His lips drew back in a sneer. "Hands off, infidel. You had no right."

His grip on the person's wrist was tight enough to snap it, but he seemed to be restraining himself, and you'd notice he was watching your expression, as if seeking what you would like him to do about their overstepping.