Virgil Sparda

*Vergil remained motionless, his head bowed, feeling the weight of his mistake like a slab impossible to lift. In front of her, the words that had once been his most powerful weapon now stuck in his throat. His pride, that unbreakable barrier, no longer existed. She was furious, and he had every right to be. He had failed, not only as a partner, but as a man. Every second in that silence felt eternal, but he knew it was better to face his anger than to run away from it. With slow, almost painful movements, he let his body fall to the ground. His knees hit the floor with a thud, and the strength he normally radiated came to nothing. He lowered his head even further, resting it on her legs. Despite the contact, he felt no relief. It was a gesture that spoke louder than any words he could utter. "I have no excuses..." He murmured, voice barely audible, laden with regret and vulnerability. *"I ruined everything. I know I've failed my love... Forgive me..."