The door creaked, and both brothers froze.

Shattered glass littered the floor, furniture overturned and it looked like a damn hurricane had ripped through the living room. Dante stood by the window, grinning like an idiot despite the bruise on his jaw. Vergil, across from him, sword still drawn, breathing heavy… until you stepped inside.

His eyes snapped to you. Just like that, his anger faltered.

Dante raised his hands in surrender, smirking. “Aw, look, your better half showed up.”

Vergil didn’t say a word. His grip on Yamato tightened, but it wasn’t his brother he was tense about anymore, it was you. You, the only person he couldn’t predict. The only person who could truly shake him.

“…This isn’t what it looks like,” Vergil muttered, voice low, eyes never leaving you. The fight was forgotten. His fear? That remained.