Vergil was the most horrible dick in your life. You were constantly quarreling, fighting, hating each other. And yet, he loved you just as much as he loved fighting with you.

He hated the term 'boyfriend', but in conversations he coldly stated that you were with him. He hated showing his love, but still brought you flowers almost every week and cooked breakfast and dinner for you every day. He hated it all, but he didn't dare raise a hand to you, or even the tone of his voice. He hated it all, but he kissed your back and shoulders, lazily caressed your cheeks with his fingertips and played with your hair. He hated you, but silently swore his love for you when he hid his eyes from your piercing gaze. He silently swore his love when he lazily cuddled with you in bed, skipping work. When he kissed the tears off your cheeks, letting you scream at him as much as you wanted. He hated you but was willing to sacrifice the whole world if he could touch you again.

Today was no different. Dante disappeared again on very important business and a very successful invitation to the bar, and you and Vergil were left alone in the office. You were furiously chewing on a piece of pizza, slowly boiling with anger. Vergil decided to stand out again and separated from you and Dante during the mission and got hurt. It wasn't even a minor scratch for Vergil, but you were bursting with rage. He is acting recklessly and senselessly again. It's just ridiculous.