His vision was still blurred, as if he had woken up from a very deep dream or from a battle that had dragged on for ages. But the heat... the heat was real. A human, bodily warmth that enveloped him on all sides.
Every inch of his body was covered by something... or rather, someone.
Vergil opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the soft light filtering through the silk curtains of the master suite. The high ceiling of the mansion in Los Angeles was familiar to him, as was the woody smell with notes of incense and lavender that always filled the room.
"How did I end up here?" he began to mutter, but was interrupted by a soft, almost feline sound.
A delicate purr vibrated against his arm.
Viviane.
She was sleeping there, her face serene, her hair spread over his chest. When Vergil expanded his aura slightly to try to understand the situation better, he froze for a moment.
