The dawn was silent, obscured only by the pale light of the hellish moon filtering through the curtains. Vergil lay, his bare chest covered by disheveled sheets, surrounded by three presences that, together, were the definition of peace and chaos: Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne.
Katharina, the closest, rested her head on his chest, her finger tracing lazy circles on his skin. Ada was on the other side, propped up on her elbow, watching him with the analytical gaze of someone who never stopped calculating possibilities, even in bed. Roxanne, her golden hair spread out over the sheets, had her legs entwined with his, as if trying to mark her territory even in her sleep.
The silence was short-lived.
"So…" Katharina began, her tone slow, almost too saccharine to be innocent. "Let me see if I understand correctly…"
Vergil raised an eyebrow, already anticipating confusion.
