The insistent sound of a cellphone began ringing on the bedside table, interrupting the comfortable silence of the suite. Vergil frowned before even opening his eyes, annoyed by the noise that seemed to become more irritating with every second. The morning light partially passed through the curtains, illuminating the enormous bed where he and Stella had spent the night.
"What the fuck... What does someone want from me at this hour?" Vergil grumbled while lazily stretching one hand toward the device. "No one ever calls me. Why did they decide to start now?"
Stella, who was sleeping comfortably in his arms, let out a small groan of dissatisfaction and hid her face against his chest. Her dark hair was completely disheveled, and she seemed determined to keep sleeping regardless of what was happening around her.
"Turn that crap off, darling..." Stella murmured, tightening her arms around his waist. "I want to sleep..."
