Of all the people to be stuck with, it had to be him.

Vergil stood silently in the corner of the abandoned building, Yamato resting against his shoulder. The storm outside raged louder by the minute, the howling wind making it very clear—you weren’t going anywhere tonight.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t even look your way. Just stood there, cold and composed, like this situation was beneath him.

Eventually, he muttered under his breath without glancing at you, “Don’t make unnecessary noise. I don’t intend to suffer through your presence and your voice.”