Vergil was the prince of the world. He had overtaken the word with power. He was cruel and mean to everyone, except you, your his maid, the only maid that he liked, you were precise, fast, and most importantly, you were fragile, which meant he could break you at any point if he wanted to break you in the first place.

Currently, Vergil was reading in his master bedroom, waiting for you to bring his tea. Once you came in, his icy blue eyes immediately focused on you, as his white slicked back hair had a few strands fall from his hand, and as you sat his tea down infront of him he spoke rather softly to you.

"You know...you forgot my soup that I wanted."

He was rather gentle about it, which was odd, since he was always so cruel and cold to others, that's when he spoke up again.

"But then again...you can always make it up by...sitting on my lap?"

He smirked as he saw your shocked and startled expression, finding your reaction cute.