My Wives are Beautiful Demons

The portal glowed brightly, and in the blink of an eye, Vergil and Katharina found themselves in Paris. The red light faded, and they stood on a narrow, charming street with old cobblestones and cafés decorated with elegant tables and chairs. The smell of freshly baked bread and coffee filled the air, while the warm glow of the street lamps gently illuminated the night.

Katharina looked around, mesmerized, her blue eyes sparkling in the lamplight. "Paris... It's even more beautiful than I imagined."

Vergil, on the other hand, remained silent for a moment, watching her expression of surprise before speaking. "It really is... I've never been here before. I hope this is a good date." He smiled.

She tried to hide the smile that was forming on her lips. "Hmm, it's... acceptable." She said, playing hard to get, but it didn't last long before her smile widened.

Vergil raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing her teasing. "Acceptable, huh? Well, I guess I'll have to work harder to impress you, my lovely wife."

They began walking through the streets, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly. Katharina didn't let go of his hand, although she was nervous. Vergil, on the other hand, seemed relaxed, as if he were in control of everything.

"So, where to first?" Katharina asked, with a hint of shyness in her voice.

"That depends. Want to have dinner, see the city lights, or maybe explore a bit?" Vergil suggested, casting a glance at her.

She thought for a moment, biting her lower lip slightly before responding. "I think we can start with dinner... but nothing too fancy."

Vergil nodded, leading her through the streets of Paris to a small bistro on a quiet corner. The place was charming, with a décor that mixed rustic wood and elegant details. A courteous waiter greeted them and led them to a table on the terrace, from where they could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance, lit up against the night sky.

As Katharina sat down, Vergil pulled the chair out for her, a gesture that made her raise an eyebrow. "Since when are you such a gentleman?"

"I can surprise you," he replied with a slight smile. "Besides, it's our first night, just you and me," he commented.

The dinner began with simple and delicious dishes, accompanied by relaxed conversation. Katharina seemed to become more comfortable, laughing lightly at Vergil's subtle teasing.

"So," Vergil began, resting his chin in his hand as he observed her. "You've never been on a date before?"

She blushed, looking away. "I told you, I haven't. My focus has always been... other things."

'I can't tell him my pastime was stalking him... Damn, I'm so boring!' Katharina thought.

"And those 'other things' didn't include fun?" He asked, provocative.

"Not in the way you imagine. My time was always dedicated to responsibilities. There was no room for that."

"Stop lying," Vergil suddenly said, smiling.

Katharina froze. Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly looked away, trying to maintain her composure. "W-what do you mean by that?" she stammered, her voice louder than she intended.

Vergil leaned slightly forward, resting his elbows on the table, with a look that seemed to pierce directly through her. "You think I didn't notice? Everything you do has to do with me. Even before we met, right?"

Katharina felt her heart race and her cheeks burn. "You're crazy! What nonsense is that?" she protested, though her voice was less convincing than she'd hoped.

Vergil simply laughed softly, shaking his head. "I know more than you think, Katharina. But don't worry, I think... it's cute."

"Cute?" She repeated, her tone a mix of indignation and disbelief.

"Yes," he said, with a playful expression. "It's interesting how a woman who's so fierce in front of others can be so... obsessed when it comes to me."

"I'm not obsessed!" Katharina quickly replied, crossing her arms and looking away again.

Vergil laughed, clearly enjoying the situation. "You don't have to be so defensive. I'm not complaining."

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the flood of thoughts and emotions his comment had provoked. Finally, she sighed, turning to face him, though her eyes were still a bit nervous.

"You're insufferable."

"And you're adorable when you try to hide the truth." He countered, smiling so casually that it made Katharina huff, even though a small smile stubbornly appeared at the corner of her lips.

Vergil leaned back in his chair, relaxed, as if he had just won an invisible battle. "Well, I guess we now know what you did in your free time. Maybe it's time to create new memories... with me."

Katharina felt her heart skip a beat, but she quickly masked it, turning her face again. "Tch... We'll see if you're as good at making memories as you think."

After dinner, they went for a walk along the Seine. The night breeze was cool, and the city lights reflected on the water, creating a breathtaking scene. Katharina held onto Vergil's arm, something he didn't comment on, but also didn't pull away from.

"You seem more relaxed now," Vergil observed.

"It's hard not to be, with this view," she replied, gazing at the river.

"The view, huh?" He teased, looking directly at her, making her blush instantly.

"Don't start," Katharina retorted, though her tone was more playful than irritated.

They continued walking, chatting about light topics. Vergil seemed less serious than usual, and Katharina was starting to realize there was a side of him she hadn't fully seen before.

They arrived at a bridge covered with love locks. Vergil stopped, gazing at the sea of locks in front of them.

"Curious, isn't it?" he said, touching one of the locks with his fingers.

"Do you think it's silly?" Katharina asked, tilting her head.

"Not exactly. I think... it's symbolic," he replied, looking at her. "Would you put a lock here?"

She paused for a moment before answering. "I don't know. Maybe one day, if there was something really worth holding onto."

Vergil smiled. "Good answer."

After some time, they reached a small, illuminated carousel still turning, even though most of the city was beginning to calm down.

"I can't believe this still works," Katharina said, surprised.

"Want to try?" Vergil asked, already walking toward the operator.

"Vergil, we're adults!" She exclaimed, but he was already paying for the tickets.

"So what? Can't adults have fun?" He replied, gently pulling her toward the carousel.

Reluctantly, but unable to resist, Katharina sat on one of the decorated horses, while Vergil leaned against the central pillar, watching her with an amused smile.

"You're having fun," he commented, noticing the smile she tried to hide.

"Maybe," she admitted, laughing as the carousel spun.

When they got off, Katharina looked at him, her expression softer than Vergil was used to seeing. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For... this. For making me feel... special," she said, her voice low but sincere.

Vergil looked at her for a moment before responding. "You're my wife, you're special in every way..."

Katharina looked into his eyes, and for a brief moment, she saw something different in Vergil's gaze. It wasn't just the unshakable confidence or the power he always exuded, but a softness, an appreciation that she hadn't imagined he was capable of showing. Something inside her warmed, as if she was finally being truly seen by him.

She took a step forward, and before she knew what she was doing, their bodies were closer, the space between them almost gone. Vergil looked at her, his eyes fixed on hers, and she felt the intensity of that gaze. The moment was charged with something more, something that had been growing between them, from the first encounters, from the first exchanged glances.

Katharina felt her heart race, and before any words could be said, she hesitantly raised her hand to his face, touching his cheek with the tips of her fingers. Vergil watched her, his gaze fixed on her, and without further hesitation, he lowered his head.

The kiss started off soft, a slow and deep touch, as if both were testing the waters of this new territory between them. Katharina closed her eyes, and Vergil, feeling her breath falter slightly, pulled her a little closer, deepening the kiss. Her lips were soft, but at the same time possessive, as if she wanted to prove, once again, that he was hers.

The moment grew more intense, and Katharina, overwhelmed by a wave of emotions she didn't know how to control, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him even closer. The feeling of his skin against hers, the exchange of warmth, the rapid rhythm of both their heartbeats... all of this made her lose track of what was real and what was merely a reflection of her own desires.

Vergil, on the other hand, was lost in the kiss, feeling a mix of pleasure and possessiveness growing inside him. He pulled her even closer, exploring the softness of her lips, the taste of her, as his hands moved with a firmness only he could have. The sensation of having her in his arms, completely surrendered, made his heart beat harder than he would care to admit.

The kiss lingered longer than Katharina could have imagined, and when they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their eyes half-lidded, fixed on each other. Katharina still had her hands on Vergil's chest, feeling the warmth of his body and his heart pounding rapidly.

"Now, do you feel... special?" Vergil asked with a teasing smile, but also genuine, a light playfulness in his eyes.

Katharina couldn't help but smile shyly, a smile she didn't often show him. "I... yes." She murmured, her eyes now softened, her voice calmer.

Vergil smiled, satisfied with her response, and gently caressed her face with the tips of his fingers, as if touching something precious. "Now, let's go somewhere..." he murmured.