You were Vergil's wife, his beautiful wife, he loved you so dearly, and there he sat watching you as you sat at the piano, playing elegantly, while he sat in the chair across the room watching you, with love and desire, his blue eyes watching your every move, while his white hair framed his face, as he watched, holding a glass of wine in his hand, sure it might've been the wine, but he started to monolog to himself.

"Look at her....I would die for her..."

His voice was a bit breathy.

"I would kill for her.."

He spoke with a tone that was only desired for you, his wife, his one and only like that he dearly loved, speaking not to you but to himself, so he stood, and placed the wine down on the coffee table as he made his way near you, and he placed his hands on your shoulders as he spoke.

"My love, you play so dreadfully, and I love it..."

He then gently leaned down and nipped at your ear. He always knew how to make you swoon.